30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 19: MORN
Day
19: Morn
This little odd word was found on pg
108 from Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory. Initially I thought it meant mourn, but discovered it had a very reverse meaning for me. At first I could only think of this haiku, but happily it lead to a longer piece.
Morning Flower
New hours unfurl
Fragrant birdsong around me
Day and Soul rebirth
Morning Routine
At
the beginning of the day
I
cannot weep
not
with golden light
spilling
through curtains
The
freshness of the air
can
only be so
by
moonpowered filters
the
night before
It
is the sweetest of smells
Vague
memories of pain
inner
turmoil
the
night before
are
rocked and sung to
by
the lulluby of birdsong
their
sharp corners soften
The
night before has come and gone
and
here I am present
in
the Morn
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