Morning Bliss

                             Morning Bliss

 

My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands.
As I entered the theater the screen door slammed
My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door
I sat in the balcony to enjoy the view from my porch

 

The orchestra of songbirds began to gently play
As the curtain of darkness was lifted by the light of day
With great anticipation I waited for the show to begin
As my cheeks were gently tickled by the soft morning wind

 

Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display
As a soft golden hue slowly overtook the lazy morning gray
The character of the fog silently receded from the stage
Unveiling a lake of glass still sleeping beneath the haze

 

The pure and simple beauty as well as the peace of this place
Presented a performance which could never be replaced
From the edge of my seat on the old porch swing
I sat in awe and wondered what the next act would bring

 

A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace
I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face
Pleading for an encore I hoped this show would never end
Yet I knew for this performance I would return again and again.

 

With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat
The blessed show of morning was now complete.

Brian K. Walters
 

Reviews

[Julie Dant]

I can see I am going to LOVE this sight already if your poems are any indication of the talent I will find here! I am not adept at navigating on here just yet. I thought I'd sent a review to this last night, too, but I don't see it below. I hope this 'takes'.. ha.
Morning Bliss. I might not have appreciated your words as much when I was younger..but the older we get..the closer to nature we become and your thought processes and imagery were so in tune with mine it was uncanny. Peace, grace, contentment, beauty, awe. These words of yours described what I was feeling along with you as I read. ;0)
Julie

[xlynne]

i liked how you compared it to a theater, i never would have thought to present it like that. i especially liked when you said: As a soft golden hue slowly overtook the lazy morning gray
The character of the fog silently receded from the stage
Unveiling a lake of glass still sleeping beneath the haze
i thought how described that was very different and poetic. great poem!!!

[SheralVeronEve]

Loved the way you create a masterpiece out of the mundane.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You've orchestrated quite a commanding performance, and read! Thank you for your review!