Small Morning Poem

small morning poem

 

I heard a whisper where I walked

along the suspect road of loss

I saw a winter moon enshroud

itself in gray & lonely clouds

And in the midnight path of self

I shoved at stones that blocked my route

I felt the depth of winter's cold

and questioned solitude alone

I heard a whisper where I walked

It was the morning, packing day,

speaking with her colleague, Sun,

as all the stars set out for home.

 

 

Reviews

[zainul]

Really,a lovely account of whisper between the morning with Sun.
Wondering why it not heard in 4 years!

100/100

[W.k.kortas]

Has just a wee bit of the feel of a fable or ancient myth about it. Wonderfully paced, fine imagery. A truly fine piece of writing.