The first rays of glorious light
Fractured the clouds of the shy dawn sky
Cranes took flight to capture the vista
The moon bowed out to its heavenly sister
The earth breathed a proud, drawn sigh.
Azure swathes of expansive wonder
Dispersed the dawns hues and set them a sunder
A new day beckoned
On all that is reckoned
Breathing fresh life to sights near and yonder.
A new day to witness but who on earths watching?
Play with the litmus, and away with the washing
When yesterday was similar
And all looks familiar
Wonder is lost with all the hop-scotching.
I paid attention, I took notes
My poetic affliction came up with quotes
Tickled by thoughts, and words in the bin
Privy to the worlds glory, devoid of all sin.
Birds awoke and embarked on their song
Nightingale harked and joined in the throng
Sweet melody, freshly infusing the air
Dowsing the lands and witness to bear.
A thousand leaves joined in the verse
Moved by the breeze in which they’re immersed
Tingled by joy at this whispering pitch
With coy pen in hand, my fingers did itch.
A new symphony of old, but who on earths hears?
That marvelous timpani, falling on deaf ears
With yesterday’s scarring
From a world that seems jarring
Muted by routine and the sum of your fears.
I paid attention, I took notes
I fashioned a poem from the place where joy floats
Adrift on a sea of words, thick and thin
Cast off with gifts stowed, and safe to begin.
Scented with magic, to kick off the day
Dolce vita infused with the sun’s perfect ray
Smell the coffee that’s brewing
Do you know what you’re doing?
Let life pass you by and be on your way.
Chemically masked, you open your door
Step out to the same day and sneeze once more
You can’t smell the roses or any small flower
The spell up your noses, turns sour by the hour
Blocked by deceit and tasked to the chore.
A new aroma wafts, but who on earth is inhaling?
Stuck in a coma, you think it’s plain sailing
It’s an olfactory commotion
As you swim in life’s ocean
A prayer in a bottle and flung for the mailing
I paid attention, I took notes
I watched and I listened, I wore many coats
I breathed in deeply and discarded the surplus
Exhaling meekly, I discovered life’s purpose.
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