When clatter of my feet
On the floor rises like a song
I love the meditative dawn
Morning walks in with grace
And a cuppa steaming chai
Sipping I look at world afresh
Morning walks in with grace
Afternoon wraps in late
A long shadow over nests
I mull over dreams unchased
Afternoon wraps in late
Dusk has a stealthy tiptoe
Forgotten it's unwept woes
A surprise spring to its toes
Dusk has a stealthy tiptoe
Evening with its repertoire
Of prayers and magical choirs
Healing wounds of yore
Evening with its repertoire
Night folds in like a child
Playing all day in the wilds
It's time in the womb to hide
Night folds in like a child
Days nights noons 'n eves
Breath to breath I live
No loss no gain no peeves
Breath to breath I live
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Beautiful poem Love the repetition and these lines: Dusk has a stealthy tiptoe ' and 'breath to breath I live'
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Marja.
ReplyDeleteEnchanting writing, thank you.
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DeleteAh, I think you have truly found the secret of contentment!
ReplyDeleteBy the fag end of life, one must rest with contentment.
DeleteEvery time of day has its appeal. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you Priscilla so very much.
Deleteevery moment of the day inspires to do something ... nice
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. Yes, every moment has its beauty.
DeleteRun of the mill day times are dull, not worthy of a line of poetry.
ReplyDeleteIt's the way you look at it, Jim. Thanks for your honest opinion 🙏
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