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| West path, grey morning (2009) by Thomas Robinson |
On dove grey mornings Love brings me the hues
He lends the day its colors from his eyes
The ashen sky is painted shades of blues
I turn to him and smile as I rise
On tuneless mornings Love brings me the song
The day begins with love notes soft and clear
And in his voice the words are never wrong
A harmony so gentle to the ear
On jagged mornings Love brings me the balm
He smooths my edges til they're not so rough
He touches me, restores my sense of calm
But knows that nights are made of different stuff
Where Love brings days of color, song, and light
In dark mystery and quiet, rules the night.
In dark mystery and quiet, rules the night.
and Poetry Jam, Anaphora Poem
14 comments:
This is such a gorgeous poem. Great way of tying the self-interview questions into it in a quite artistic way. And love the way you used the anaphora form, the repetition really drove the poem along nicely.
smiles....love how you worked this...the repetition is very nice...and near rep in the second lines...love the color of day but the mystery of night is def alluring to me...
Oh this is so gloriously beautiful, romantic, and all good things. (Wistful sigh.) Just lovely. I, too, love the form. So well done.
Suh-weet, girl.
gorgeous, I loved it
You painted a vision
Sweet and romantic...I do like the hues of the morning sky and gentle voice ~
I like the way you have love bring what is lacking on many kinds of broken mornings, imaginative and real at the same time.
so very beautiful. I love it
I was blown away. Your last line was PERFECTLY executed.
I will visit more often.
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This is so beautiful, and I def agree that the anaphora form heightens the effect of this poem. Yes, love brings many gifts, and your poem beautifully expresses many of them!
Nice - and it's true that love makes all the difference...
Beautifully structured and full of gorgeous imagery. Really love this.
romantic, rich, gorgeous, filled with love, just a hint of sensuality at the end... add the repetition and you arrived at perfection. beautifully written!
♥
Very nice. My love usually brings me coffee and sandpaper, saying "You need both of these!"
Apparently I'm all sharp edges in the morning.
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