As Day Begins

As Day Begins …

Inside the morning sun

On wind swept morning

sun and mountains crest together

as flailing trees flow inside one another

inclining snow decides to melt or stay firm

and my eyes seek refuge from it all

 

Pounding surf betrays its sand

caressing with newly formed waves

as daylight replaces night’s skills

patterning footprints in solid wake

become lost in sweetly forming dew

 

Flapping waving of curtain sash

slaps my mind awake to outside stress

taking me from deeply involved dreams

inside those barely yet to be made

as feet top one icing inviting liquid floor

 

Outside of life my mind beckons

unresponsive powers of magic to hail

deciding where lies the real magic

whether in that black and white imagery

or colored manic state of day

 

As my mind and brain collide in passion

oblivious to that moment of reality

sun shards pierce where curtains stand

while breezes play their ritual games

both caressing as day begins

 

Tapping noises entrance

from spurting radiator’s whine

and other unknown origin

throughout now awake domicile

believing and receiving the light of day

 

As all come together as one

amassed from just passed night’s calling

reality strikes with jagged smoothness

reclining, yet inclining, in it’s easy chair

allowing for black and white to become color

 

once again

 

 

 

 

 

Donald Loudon
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Donald Loudon

I have been writing since 1967, basically as an emotional release, but in the last few years I have become interested in creation of forms as well as being socially accepted by my peers. So, here I am. Relate to me, please!

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