Pink Morning

 

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Morning rises pink through the window.
A lone warbler tells stories
Of fragrant wild grass just yonder.
Clusters of red seeds
Hang still in the pepper tree
Aglow with anticipation:
The sun is coming.

Warmth to forget a cold night
Of howling winds
And screeching nags;
Heat for the Med to reach the sky
With caring hazy fingers
And tease a smile;
Glare for beautiful lies to stand
Without shame in blinding light,
For wishes to fall off the Morning Star,
For naked truth to shiver on her knees.

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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23 Responses to Pink Morning

  1. Mike says:

    The elegant scene becomes finer by contrast with the powerful denouement. Great work.

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  2. arjaybe says:

    Beautiful liars and the naked truth on her knees. I think the warbler has it easier.-)
    I was going to say something about Leonard Cohen and beautiful liars, but it was Beautiful Losers.

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    • emmylgant says:

      Beautiful lies, Jim. Remember the song, tell me lies, tell me beautiful lies?
      Uh huh. Beautiful Losers. Quite painful but so many of his lines are magnificent.
      I think that he will be rediscovered in a decade or so. He needs to be, the man handles words like no other, takes me places I did not know existed.

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  3. themodernidiot says:

    How cold is it now? Were still in the hundreds at night. And what’s the red flower? I likes it. “For wishes to fall…” I really likes that πŸ™‚

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    • emmylgant says:

      It isn’t cold, but a few nights ago temps dipped and I reached for a sweater.
      The flower is a simple oleander close up, the sun hitting it just so. Actually, it’s pink, but…
      When we wish upon a star, it doesn’t always stay up there, does it?
      Some of my wishes tumble around my ankles in tinkling icicles.

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  4. PapaBear says:

    Why are some things always shrouded in darkness…, or mystery, but the truth is always naked ??? Hi Emm ! πŸ™‚

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    • emmylgant says:

      Hi Paul! Good to have you back!
      Because if the truth is covered, it isn’t the truth, just an illusion of truth. It needs to be naked to be without a doubt, without a hope of something being other than what is ….

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  5. Un poΓ¨me, une histoire, un rΓͺve, une fable.
    Les mots magiques disent tout.

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  6. john zande says:

    Naked truth = Living terror for some

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  7. Katalina4 says:

    Oh I ALWAYS wondered what the warblers were talking about…
    Such beauty…shivering still….

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