Metaphor Morning Poems

I wake—
each dawn
a slender promise
shoulders gilded,
by hesitant sun.

The world, wide as longing
real as the air I breathe—
crests of mountains waiting
horizons keeping their counsel.

My heart, uncertain…....

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Every morning I open my soul like an old book,
where verses stretch wings of light over sleeping dreams,
poetry is a spell that turns my thoughts...

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Morning glory _
From our car
Along the hilly path 
Numerous they're 
With the attention 
of doing math 
In their voice 
A guitar 
Colorful headgear 
Off and on 
mutual whispers 
The Tea Pluckers 

Mingled with the green 
Humming...

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     Ahh… drink in the dawn…

       waking moments, delicious

      ...

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When the sun woke up
I saw her smile charming
She saw me staying up
And say nothing

She perambulates with smiles
Left me wonder why didn't ask me
If I...

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Tomb’s door cracked open,
The grave empty of its yoke;
The Son had risen:-
Sunshine of a new day came,
And we celebrate it today:-
...

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A weir holds back the river 
against the flow of the morning tide 
I wonder how many thoughts,
unspoken, lie behind its barrier-
ponderings of love, turmoil,...

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                 where else
      ...

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It's not az that bottle
  no one ever really
          found
     ...

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• Up goes the Sun
• Down goes the Moon 
• Their relationship is one of longing
• But they'll see each other soon...

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crimson mixes of love and rage,
a cauldron of heartache bubbling,
memories shared, now a tribute,
to the venom in my pen writing.

fueling our past, surviving tonight,
amongst the...

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I will try and hide the
mushroom cloud and restore
the skinless bodies, I will
un-char the charred, reassemble 
the dead children, I will then
un-vitrify the rocks and...

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The small stream
gurgles and speaks
as it cuts through
the northside of town.
I stop and listen
as if this is my first time
but it’s always been here
when I...

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           az the
           potter
 ...

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Underneath cloudy morning skies,
we can touch the rain,
we can feel our pain,
we can witness sorrow.

Underneath clearer afternoon skies,
we can observe the light,
we can experience warmth,
we...

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