The Morning

This is my first entry into the world of poetry... I know it is not great, but don't slam it too hard, please.

The mist settled quietly across the field

 

Blanketing the world in a shining coat

 

The sun rose quickly

 

Shining brightly on everything in sight

 

The dew was instantly turned to steam

 

Fog enveloped the meadow

 

The fog was burned off by the heat of the sun

 

Flowers opened at the gentle touch of light

 

The light poured through every crack

 

Nature’s wakeup call

 

Morning

 

Author's Note

Please give me advice on how to improve my poetry... and remember, this is only my first entry into the vast world of poetry!

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I applaud your first poem! It captured a scene with clarity and was able to bring that image through in the words. You did really good!

Poetry is like painting. Words are your pigments and sentences and phrases are your brush strokes. There is no right or wrong way of crafting poetry in my opinion. I suppose if there is one goal of poetry, it is to carry a message. Yet often that message will be unique to everyone who reads it. =)

Good ink!
Aaron

[Bryan]

Thank you for the feedback! Hopefully I can find the time to write some more poetry and post it! Thanks again!

[Josh Dollar]

Good one. I could see a picture get clearer after every word.

[SeekingMeaning]

I don't even like waking up, but if I saw the beauty in dawn the way you do, I probably would. Thanks for giving me a new lens through which to see the morning.