Must admit, the cruelest part of the day, is dawn, for me, being an night owl. The bright light piercing through my blinds, hurts my photosensitive eyes that Venus lets in. Darn cat is, a sun worshipper. How lucky me.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Dawn has its beauty and its price. Thanks so much therisa.
Oh how I despise morning's during the week but at the weekends when I can wake up without an alarm I truly love it, although, by that time it's lunchtime! Hehe, I so love this one Anne, such an outstanding poem!
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thanks so much oodles of noodles. It's always nice to see your sweet face.
Rebirth, renewal, rejuvenation often comes at a time with that which seems to cut the spirit in two, sliced apart as you say! The pain is at times so intense we want to retreat from the world and the view that is put before us. It is then we look within our spirit for answers, solutions, way to overcome the pain that cries for escape!
Your words are striking, memorable, grab the spirit and give me cause to reflect on that which I am able to see while the window is open!!
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thank you for such a lovely review Sheila. May the view from your window always give you peace.
love the sword of each new day/slicing through the sky----you deftly use such wording...
silent immolation that speaks volumes...
sometimes the rebirth is so overwhelming we have to close the window and catch our breath.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
That is true jacob. I appreciate the beauty of your words.
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