Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning 1-11-23
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Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning
“Skylarks call across morning light”
After cold quiet stills laughter
In the deep shafts of ebony
Matins roll away stubborn stones.
Daylight spins on dawning’s spread wings,
Skylarks call across morning light,
“A kiss from the rose on the grey”
Sun and fading stars paint the dawn.
“Shattered grace falls in jagged nights”
Yet morning chimes guide blinded eyes
Skylarks call across morning light
From somewhere behind the rainbow.
In the dawn, love holds out a hand -
“Echo in the sounds of silence” -
Arms remember holding magic,
Skylarks call across morning light.”
“Skylarks call across the morning.” From Ash Groves – A Welsh folksong
“Kiss from the rose on the grey” Seal from Batman Forever
“Shattered grace falls in jagged nights.” From Poet’s album - Jericho Road
“Echo in the sounds of silence. Paul Simon - Sounds of Silence album
Categories:
skylarks, bird, care, love, morning,
Form: Quatern
tweeting praise* to God
triumphantly sounding hope~
amidst lofty flight
*Psalm 89:5 And the heavens shall praise thy wonders, O LORD...
2nd place, "Songbird Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/23/2021.
Categories:
skylarks, appreciation, bird,
Form: Haiku
I thought to when my mother took my hand.
We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes,
(toys which I could ill-afford;
a Batman cape,
a red fire engine.)
The lanes were thick with merchants and the joy of life,
haggling, chattering like crazy seabirds,
loud, and mouthing their
wants and wares,
and then we wandered home exhausted.
I never lost my youthfulness, my
joy at seeing herons gloating, eagles floating
high on zephyr'd breezes free as spring;
hallowed times,
in Jesus' presence,
I measure now my moments as the hours shift by,
thirty years and blissful, regrets are slight and few,
I count my blessings,
feel content
that tribulation never came to trouble me.
A birthday cake is waiting for me,
candles flicker, frosting beckons, hope eternal;
my wish the same, for peace on earth,
to all men
greetings and goodwill!
I lie down in the close and holy quiet
while the village sleeps and slips toward a new adventure,
safe in His keeping,
perfect day
with promise of a bright tomorrow.
Categories:
skylarks, mother son, nature,
Form: Verse
SONG OF THE SKYLARKS
Oh, freedom is full-flung unbounded:
Riding the light wind’s wave
On invisible surf crest,
Diving fast with wings withdrawn,
Beating down the air and gliding at full speed,
Floating, rolling, soaring into the sun:
Tireless, ever hovering unbonded.
Cradled in the bosom of the air,
Sleeping on the wing over the dark earth;
Necks a-stretch in formation heading south :
Pointing down a sure course,
Driving hard, bound for home.
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Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Contest - Flying
Categories:
skylarks, animals,
Form: Free verse
I thought to when my mother took my hand.
We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes,
(toys which I could ill-afford;
a Batman cape,
a red fire engine.)
The lanes were thick with merchants and the joy of life,
haggling, chattering like crazy seabirds,
loud, and mouthing their
wants and wares,
and then we wandered home exhausted.
I never lost my youthfulness, my
joy at seeing herons gloating, eagles floating
high on zephyr'd breezes free as spring;
hallowed times,
in Jesus' presence,
I measure now my moments as the hours shift by,
thirty years and blissful, regrets are slight and few,
I count my blessings,
feel content
that tribulation never came to trouble me.
A birthday cake is waiting for me,
candles flicker, frosting beckons, hope eternal;
my wish the same, for peace on earth,
to all men
greetings and goodwill!
I lie down in the close and holy quiet
while the village sleeps and slips toward a new adventure,
safe in His keeping,
perfect day
with promise of a bright tomorrow!
Categories:
skylarks, dedication
Form: Verse