Poetry: Morning Theatre
Out of summer dawn breaks the hungry song,
of wide-mouthed swallows; mothers soar along.
Fly with hapless moths in tow, swift make haste
to brushwood nests, which stretch so wide, so long.
Nearer to me still, nearer to this shore
on black misty pond, silent dance this corp;
this sum of insects-quick their dizzy dance-
in rhythm though, as if they dance a score.
The grey mist drifts, it lifts and gently sways
to the darkened tree-line brief there it stays.
Glances past the leaves damp with morning dew,
hastened by the breeze carried past my gaze.
Glorious morning theatre aura spell
cast upon the pond-cast upon the dell.
Opus then painting-painting to a tale,
nature’s soul splendor, of this I do tell.
Spectacular!
So nice of you to say! Thank you
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What happened to your picture?
Has it gone? It still shows on my app?
No, your moth is here
What picture has gone?
Your lovely visage mademoiselle
I don’t know ? What picture do you mean?
The picture of you! There was you now there is a moth. Are you messing with me or have I lost my mind? I commented on how pretty you were😖😖
It’s always been a moth. At least I hope it has… I’ve never had a photo of myself on here . You’ve set panic in me! X
I’ve lost my mind then
I may have lost mine! Unless the internet has linked something without me knowing, I’ve never had a picture of myself on my blog xx
Ok. I dunno what happened, that was freaky
That is weird! I’m a little freaked out myself…
Ok we can attribute it to me, let’s forget it don’t stress
The little picture that goes with your comments
exquisite!!
Reblogged this on A Wandering Butt .
This is poetry along the lines of Keats , Frost and Blake. Epic. Visualistic verses.
Oh Yaz, I only hope a book publisher will be half as kind as you
This is proper wordsmithing.
Thank you kindly
You’re so welcome.
Most beautiful poem I’ve come across these days 👌👌