Pink Morning



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.


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.


  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.


    • 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.


  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™‚


    • 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.


  4. PapaBear says:

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


    • 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 ….


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


  6. john zande says:

    Naked truth = Living terror for some


  7. Katalina4 says:

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


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