Sunday, October 23, 2005

Morning Light

We land on an island, or grasp a raft of floating debris. Can we catch a rest before the next storm? It is a broad expanse—this sea of life.

Morning Light

Some call it God, My Lord or Master.
Heavy the measure of justice in yesterday’s night.
Fight each reason remembering the riches
For all is of the holy cup.
I thirst. I drink.
I recall the laughter of last vacation
a month before winter.
The storm last night:
Listen to its answer in the moment of hours.
Call in the cards fanned to stretch the ages
of metered justice and reason’s plight.
Freedom is my cup
and its charge—
this morning light.

3 comments:

  1. What a beautiful poem! I love your blog name too -- River-Tree Whispers. I'll be back. Thanks for visiting me.

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  2. I'm astounded, and flattered, that a real poet would find my cat poems at all interesting. They're little more than limmericks that serve as a reminder of what the cats are like. Though I'd like to become more poetic I've just started down that road. It's going to be a while.

    Your poems, on the other hands, are incredible. The most professional and emotive stuff I've ever seen. I'd like to add you to my blogroll, if I may, and show your blog to my wife. She's the more poetic one of us and could really appreciate the artistry of your works.

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  3. Thank you for the email. I've added your blog to my RssBandit list so I get word of your poems as soon as they are published.

    Thanks again for your inspirational works. You've given me new drive to explore poetry.

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