Early Poems

The Early Morning Bloom Has Opened Up

Death has ushered me into a new Home—
The Bloom has opened—wide—
No Chamber here for sorrow—
But endless Rooms—inside—

A quiet hush of Petals—
Unfurl upon the Air—
As if the Soul were Gardened—
By Hands divinely fair.

The Walls are made of Silence—
Yet Music drifts between—
An unseen Choir attending—
What once the Grave had seen.

I lay my old attire—
Upon the Dust below—
And

Gazing early dawn

@Bappa Mazumder

Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats

For Beloved Pets Over

(written upon the death at age 14 of our beloved shih tsu Max
 on Aug. 11.)

Over ~
Over 
The Bridge 
   where they go
To verdant eternal forests 
  and fields, 
To run and leap free 
Without leashes, reigns or chains…
All heaven blessed 
With no hunger or thirst 
While waiting for us.

The Early Morning

The Early Morning

 …… is an inspired artist
with a palette of celestial colours;
its paintbrush, brilliant sunlight.

I sit in the hub of the garden
absorbed as the sun clambers skywards,
chased by several scribbled-inked birds.
Sunrise now reaches out to anoint my house,
daubing vibrant light that glistens like gemstones
on windows, downpipes and lazed, garden furniture. 
Even the washing line

Early Sunrise

Early Sunrise

golden dawn in view		
new orb splatters orange tints
birds’ songs fill the air
signs of divine grace from sky
spread bright hues of hope on earth

gilded orb ascends
summer warmth spreads in the space
nature starts anew

discordant notes

This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped,
which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.

I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into

Early Summer Haiku Edited

 Early Summer Haiku Edited

ripening cherries
hanging on trees in daylight~
bats feasting at night;

at morning sunshine
wastage and garbage on ground~
harvest hopes shattered.

I arrive early

I am thirty minutes early to my doctor’s appointment
a yearly welfare check to see if I am suicidal or whatever
Employees arrive along with me, carrying things here and there
Setting up their work stations for the day
Putting toilet paper in the bathrooms
Reminds me of a frenzied hill of frazzled ants
I keep my head down, writing feverishly

MORNING'S EARLY LIGHT

MORNING'S EARLY LIGHT
I walk every morning, often witnessing dawn’s arrival.  Yet, I take the sun for granted, never thinking of how it brings color to the day, how it warms my skin, how it ignites thoughts of beauty and gratitude, and how it invites light and warmth into my heart.

morning's early light
hope eternal, beginnings
fresh

Early One October Morning

The smell of humidor
Charmed the old house and
Frightened me as I ascended the
Narrow stairwell that gentle
October morning.
The song of autumn was playing
Low, and with astute grace.
Silent, the royal smell wafted between Cuba
And Denmark,
Across fat rank grass of fecund roots.
I snuffled through fogs of earliness,
Webbed by clamping cold.
Cigars without smoke took over from the
Humidor and hugged

Early Morning Interruption

Early Moring Interuption 
Travelling steamed coffee 
Aroma in silence 
A lamp early dusk 
Trees swaying are curious 
Mountains embrace us 
From afar 
Just pondering ajar 
Hinder early morning 
Coffee gives me lightning 
Wake up to another blessing 
Leaves scattered 
Poetry thoughts gather 
Interrupted eye catching 
Overflow clouds dancing

THE JOY OF EING AN EARLY RISER

I’ve always been an early riser…for as long as I can remember…
(I wonder if I’ve been overcorrecting for being born on the last day of December?)

Bur for whatever reason…whatever conclusions can be drawn…
I’ve always been one of those people who wakes up before the dawn.

In the mountains it’s a wonderful time to wake up…overlooking our

Early Summer Hiku 23

                 Early Summer Hiku 23

r -i -p e -n -I -n –g   cherries

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The Not-So-Early Bird

I saw a robin catch a worm
Then put it down to watch it squirm.
This action was repeated ‘til
I guess he’d finally had his fill.

With worm held tight, he hopped away,
His breakfast snagged, to start his day.
Perhaps he was the early bird
To which the adage has referred.

Yet when I witnessed this, the sun
Was past the point

In spring, love crept like a timid stream among the early buds of my soul

In spring, love crept like a timid stream among the early buds of my soul,
I remember your eyes like the azure sky, enchanting me with every glance, an old and new spell,
On a country road we walked, hand in hand, treading on the whispers of the earth awakened from slumber,
Then we kissed under the budding

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