John Michaels Poet Rhyme

Upon the Morn' - Extended Cut

Found body
beside the bed.
Checked for pulse;
I think she's dead.

Spoke last night,
was fine at dusk.
That has changed,
now empty husk.

Dread thoughts race,
feelings enmesh.
Vacant eyes,
grim glacial flesh.

Auburn hair
lost its lustre.
Regain poise,
try to muster.

Silvern tears
mark me forlorn.
World shattered
upon the morn'.

Pale vessel;
we are just things.
Now soaring
on divine wings.

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6 November 2017

3/4/3/4 syllables (checked with howmanysyllables.com)

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Andrea Dietrich November 10, 2017 at 7:42 PM oh good. I just decided to see your extended version here at the top and it's one I never saw yet! I think it's great you did an extended version. I especially love that soaring last stanza. John Michaels November 11, 2017 at 5:41 AM Thanks, Andrea - have you read the original (i.e. non-extended) version? It's interesting because it tells the same story, but has a slightly different tone. Regards, John.

Stina Lu November 10, 2017 at 6:31 PM Clean words and deep feelings. Best wishes. John Michaels November 11, 2017 at 5:40 AM Thanks for your comments, Stina. Kind regards, John.