Morning Dew

Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a life. - Rabindranath Tagore

ignoring doubt's desiccating pain

holding steadfast to a donkey's obstinate reign

a journey to dampen time's egregious stain

awakened well before the dawn

lost in parched oblivion

a mere, distant drop of rain's early spawn

crossing a waterless desert

in search of faith's elusive spurt

rolling down the verdant sleeve of creation's comforting shirt

with one young slipper and one old shoe

life's lame mystery and death's eternal clue

dangling mirrors reflecting that which kneels in heaven's pew

heart longing and soul askew

not rather or instead but in lieu

i would do anything for one more sip of your

morning dew

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Author's Note

"I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

In tune with nature, you take us on a journey of your desires....in the wilderness with dew drops on the leaves and in the grasses at dawn where one can contemplate one's resilience, future, the now in complete silence....this poem is meditative, calm and beautiful....and so is the video...
Best, B

[Pete]

a miracle when night meets dawn. cool of night meeting warmth of a new day. thanks so much b. ... :)

[Betty Hermelee]

especially the colors and the silence, except for early rising bird song, which is music to the ears....
Best, B

[Dave Brown]

deep, dark and deliciously done
I was led into this by the dew drops which are magical bits of creation

[Pete]

drops of liquid gold. early morning is a magical time when night passes the baton to day. thank you for sharing dave. always appreciated ... :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the morning also Pete. I like the quiet woods, the quiet beach. I liked how you describe the need for the morning mist. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Pete]

thank you. i too appreciate the quietude of nature. keep well ... :)

[Juliah B]

"with one young slipper and one old shoe
life's lame mystery and death's eternal clue"...
I like the rhythmic mystery here, it shows great intelligence and beauty. Thanks for the pleasant imagery and emotional experience.

[Pete]

you sound wise beyond your years. thanks so much for taking the time. appreciated ... :)

[Juliah B]

Yes of course. Thanks for the compliment, I hope I am as mature as you say I seem.

[Sami Khalil]

A morning dew along with a morning brew make the twain lovely. Could it be that morning dews are Nature's tears of joy?????

[Pete]

no argument from me. miracles abound if we dare and if not there is always honey dew donuts! ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe! Honey do list too. Marvelous you sir Pete...

[Kelly Scheppers]

Sitting here drinking my morning coffee. Reading this in between sips rivals the effect of caffeine, as my muse bows down before you in wafts of thunderous applause. It reads brilliantly, Pete. Epic in every way!

[Pete]

morning does have its quiet, gentle, advantages. "It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see." thank you for sharing Kelly. appreciated ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete… an ethereal feeling that is experienced when the dew is on the Roses and the Moon is a Crown… the green moss where faeries lie… I love the words of Thoreau..
Be blessed… Pat

[Pete]

... yet another divine miracle too often ignored as the world slumbers. thoreau left no stone unturned and surely had it right. thanks and blessings to you dear Pat ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Nature is our Saving Grace… I see it in a Butterfly… Pat

[Pete]

you have a good eye for truth and wonderful perspective. thoreau and the transcendentalists (as do i) believe that god speaks to us through nature/ creation.

“Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.” - Thoreau

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete... in 1954... I attended a Boarding School in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. When we took walks up the Mountains with wild Garden Flocks in shades of lavender and blue... we would see pink Lady Slippers and green Jack in the Pulpit... very exceptional and romantic flowers. Your poetry reminded me of all the flowers covered in morning Dew. All I had to do was add a rhyme in Thyme. softly, Pat