Morning’s Muse

First light of day...

Morning’s Muse

Sunrise subtly backlit my windowpane

Illuminating trickle crawling condensation

Dripping down erratically in mini streams

To fall in rainbow beads atop the frame

Soft air stream drafts arouse net curtains

Into a dainty dance of shadow flashings

Reflecting both on wood floor and ceiling

Like sticks of ballet moving marionettes

Witnessed cocooned cosily in my blankets

With awakening sleepy eyelids I behold

How even small effects bring pleasures

Creatively nurturing newborn imaginations

Outside rebellious squabbling sparrows

Bash about the box bush’s green foliage

A free rousing daybreak entertainment

Reminding me its time to get out of bed

And once again another daytime awaits

Where unknown challenges lay hiding

Only until those happenstances befall

I will just enjoy all this morning’s muse

Copyright @ Phillozofee 2020

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

fantastic imagery Phil to wake to a symphony on your windowpane is a grand rise good sir what a lovely moment of clarity and presence:) I loved this depiction what a treasure this was to read this morning. I hope your mind keeps dancing with those marionettes.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Thank you Robert - your comments are most welcoming this fine day! :-)

[barleygirl]

I am so jealous of this poem, I could squeak! Mornings are my favorite times & I've written many morning poems, but never come close to capturing imagery like this. You pick words in V1 that sound & read like the trickles you describe. V2 so daintily dynamic! "cocooned cozily" and "nurturing newborn imaginations" (that's when I got my rocks off) . . . "rebellious squabbling" -- finally someone who isn't afraid to pile up delicious descriptive words (my editor tried to remove all extras from my book, but I stubbornly refused!) This totally captures the delight that I find every morning to be (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Weeping willow]

Wonderfully expressed as I see the pictures painted with your words, seeing the rain fall like the old days when I lived in Portland Ore. Enjoyed;-]

[Paul Shannon]

What more to say other than wow? This is killer.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see allegory here...the drops on the window pane symbolizing our life's achievements and failures.
Some drops only make it part way and stop or disappear, while others follow their course to the end, the bottom of the pain.
which could also signify...things that we let get to us or bring us down...we stop some, but we let others gain condensation at the bottom of our lives...so eventually we can no longer open the window.
It gets forever stuck.
j.

[R.E. Ray]

If only we could all take the time to listen to morning’s muse, instead of rushing out of bed. I think the morning can ease the mind and lay a path for the day. You’ve captured the beauty of not only morning but life, unfolding in gentle scenes we so often ignore. An enjoyable read this cold winter morning.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Thank you my friend...and now its time for brew! :-)