Sunrise

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Heavy clouds sweep in from the south
in wretched tattered formation;
The sun skims their curly heads
With soft pink touches.

Way above, vapor trails crisscross the sky
And below, birds tweet and fleet about
Looking my way from time to time.

Can they hear my heartbeat
Thumping arhythmically?
Are there sound ripples crashing into trees
And scattering in the morning light?

Do sparrows feel  the ridges
Of the unspoken escape
In frosted white sighs?

Syncopated hypnotic calls
of two warblers smooth
The sharp edges of a tear.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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18 Responses to Sunrise

  1. PapaBear says:

    The sprites have put a dose of sweetness in your morning tea, Emm, and it’s spilling out in these words all over your page here. Wonderful !

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  2. Mike says:

    There’s a detectable and unambiguous aural quality throughout this piece but it reaches an auricular zenith in your magnificent closing line. Splendid work Emmy; my compliments.

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  3. john zande says:

    Warblers! I like the warbler in William Luce’s play, The Belle of Amherst, protesting after being asked why does he bother singing?

    My business is to sing.
    My business is to sing!
    What difference does it make if no one listens?
    Perhaps you laugh at me?
    Perhaps the whole United States are laughing at Me,
    I can’t stop for that!
    Just to be made alive is so chief a thing!
    The mere sense of living is joy enough.

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  4. A magical meld of nature and human emotions, such as you alone can create.
    Magnifique.

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    • emmylgant says:

      Merci cher elephant tu es tres gentil.
      Magic is all around here, especially in the garden looking at the sky, the mountain, and from a certain angle, scoping the Med in the distance. Hugs and smiles

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  5. arjaybe says:

    I’ve heard that owls can hear a mouse’s heartbeat. Wouldn’t it be something if a sparrow could hear ours?

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