it is morning

artwork by korpita

it is morning

the ocean wears a dress of fire

its lace border of foam undulates as i watch

rosy light washes over the world

the vibrant colors of life feed me

reborn with the day

i am made of light

oh, and my parents genes of course

on a day as bright as this one

there must only be good thoughts

so why do my cheekbones feel my mother’s smile

even as my father’s blue eyes fill with tears

Reviews

[Neville]

Unfortunately I am more a mourning person than a morning person and a bad griever as a general rule. However, I have noticed over the years that my own diurnal variation often seems to be influenced by my initial or waking thoughts.

I have such lovely memories of so many loved and dear ones that I really should lean more towards euphoria, but dont....Hence some of my early & more morbid stuff.

Now then, having got all that off my chest, I must say that this is another one of those that has left me with a lump in my throat so late in the day. So I just cant win, can I............... A true delight to read and empathise alongside with .....N

[Lydia Shutter]

A "mourning" person....hmmm....but you are not in darkness all the time, my friend. This I know. Thank you so much for the lovely review and empathy! Lydi**

[Neville]

You my dear friend are absolutely spot on in your deductions.................

[Thepensiveplayer]

This was a wonderful poem you've written. Your right it is morning and I think it gives rise to a new version of yourself. Some folks may be pleased with the change, while others may not. Yet, I think it all comes from a good place of you being passionate about the way you are. Great work and keep on writing. :)

[Lydia Shutter]

I appreciate your review. Thanks so much. Lydi**

[redzone]

it is often in the morning, when everything is just beginning again and everything is bright, that we think and remember how we came to be, the love of our parents and the missing of them when they are gone.... I think Lydi you will always remember your mom's touch and your dad's tears for you as you grew into the woman of their reflection...

I love the very "nice" way you describe your morning....

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you for your understanding review, my friend. I appreciate you. Lydi**

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I really felt the sadness in this amazing poem Lydi. The contrasting imagery of the beauty of the day with the grief you and your dad feel for your mother, resonated deeply with me. Beautifully written and touches my heart. Xo

[Lydia Shutter]

I appreciate your review, Annette. Thank you. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

"light washes over the world
the vibrant colors of life"

[Lydia Shutter]

:) Glad you liked that line! Thank you for taking the time to read, my friend. Lydi**

[Silmara McGarry]

So refreshingly beautiful, dear Lydia!
The picture attracted my eyes and this wonderful poem lift me up * The vibrant colours of life feed me* Stunning in every away. I certainly LOVE it!

Stay well
:-)
Sil

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Sil. I appreciate your review. Lydi**

[Alfred Kukitz]

Brilliant! You caught a thief gazing at your prose and suddenly he melts to honesty.

Regards,
Al

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Al! Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem plopped me down right there on the beach ...exulted God's creation and lifted my soul .. the intimacy of the second to last line stops me in my tracks ... i am old enough to have lost many people close to me .. and your closing line is stunning in its empathy for the father's loss ...i don't know if i should shout songs of praise or let my heart be broken .. incredible writing .. so much and so few lines .. well done says i!
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

I have lost parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends, E.....and every loss changed me. Your reviews always are so lovely. I appreciate them...and you. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

back at you Lydia ..you have been gracious and an inspiration since i found the Cafe ..thank you!!!

[Lydia Shutter]

Always my pleasure!

[emmajoy]

Even on the happiest and brightest days, a cloud (lursmd nroks - haven't a clue what that means, fingers slipped for sure!) somewhere, and, alters the heartbeat. Thinks i meant 'lurks and knocks!'

You have a way, a gift, of making the senses feel that bit more.. or more than. Sad, yet wonderful writing. Hug on its way by Pond Post.

[Lydia Shutter]

I think, dear Emma, you had your fingers on the wrong keys for a while there. Is there a poet named Pond Post? So confused this sunny morning. Thank you for the review....I appreciate you. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

Have edited my review.. am so very sorry, Lydi.. Wasn't drunk, merely careless! i type too quickly to compensate for my slow brain. xx

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Emma....and who is Pond Post??

[Lydia Shutter]

OHHHhhhhhhh the pond....duh!!! I think you call the mail the "post".... thanks for explaining.
read moreOHHHhhhhhhh the pond....duh!!! I think you call the mail the "post".... thanks for explaining.

[emmajoy]

feel free to neaten, please. xx

[barleygirl]

Zowie! What an unexpected right hook at the end! I was mesmerized all along, but then the stark ending leaves one with trailing thoughts to chew on! I love all the different notes of passionate feeling conveyed here (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

Never know when emotions are going to attack, do you, Margie? :) Thanks for the review. Lydi**