Morning Talk

here's my mind hoping to be waking up with someone in a city apartment...sigh

The expanse above us loosens snow into narratives

The sky projected, white on white, developing

The city from its side like a photo print.

 

We are safe from the white washed, cubic zirconium city

In our box of richly tinted apartment glass

Blanketed with billowing white fabric: a city of our own.

 

I search the arch of your back behind one window

Drawing out its firm certainty, a point of contact

Indented like brail, learning each hollow syllable

 

To retrace and repeat like a book of words I’ve memorized.

The fractured rays of light reflect off of the snowy abyss

And return to fill your sleeping body, making you whole. 

Reviews

[sparkle]

nice one , keep going on :)

[ChemicalMadness]

Just quietly lovely. We are safe. I feel safe here. So comfortable in this world we've made....
CM.

[B-poet]

Yeah there's nothing like that morning afterglow while you're sharing it with that special someone. Great adaptation and illustration of it within this uniquely creative written piece. Great job. :)

[Dana Alsamsam]

thank you for reading and for your kind words! they mean a lot:)

[Rahul]

yeah, i do agree with you in this write. It's morning here where i do live but it's too warm and sun's gonna be on my head after an hour. I can view some views of your this write because this is a write that i've read out in my morning and you made my morning by this write. some lines're so powerful and just suited with that. I loved this one "We are safe from the white washed, cubic zirconium city
In our box of richly tinted apartment glass"

nicely penned and a great thought to write this. Once again you wrote a great and an awesome piece.

[Dana Alsamsam]

your reviews always make me smile! thank you so much for reading, and i'm glad your morning was impacted by this poetry about the morning.

[Rahul]

Hahah, My pleasure dear Dana :)