Morning

There is this sweet time just before i get up when i can still remember who I am. I'm trying to capture that here. Also, I'm reading Keats right now, so I'm trying to listen a little better as I write

sepia light seeps and creeps

in over retreating sleep

a crystalline time of transparency

for these inward eyes of mine

 

there’s clarity here in the gauzy morning air

            no demands on these hands to crease and wear

I can see my face in this novel void

            the sweet consistency which knows no disgrace

 

 

Reviews

[James Paulin]

I love poems of reflection. This poem is a jewel. So much I like about it revolves around open sincerity and great word choices and application. One impression that I noticed was a slight feeling of redundancy (crystalline, transparency, clarity) Overall-excellent!

[BoSweets]

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