Just Before Dawn Come awake with me in the depth. Wait with wet wiles revealed, disarmed by the dark inside. Try to pierce your heaving sternum and invite the shell of sleep to crack. Be with me, until the last golden beat of aspen leaf. Be with me, erupt if you must. Just open your feathered heart to the morning moon. And kiss me until we are melded. Kiss me again and again.
Duuuudddeee!!! What a piece! The simplicity of it mingled with the imagery is masterful. And the pace is riveting. I just love what you did here, with all of it.
"Be with me, until the last golden beat of Aspen leaf."
"Just open your feathered heart to the morning moon"
I think we were on the same poet wavelength today. Nicely done.
Beautiful stuff, Mike.
Beautifully written!
“Be with me, until the last
golden beat of Aspen leaf.”
Such a beautiful visual + perfect last two lines to wrap up this poem. The continued ripples that flow from your words will stay with me.
Well done
The kids of completion.
Good one Mike.
Kiss not kids
Sometimes kisses lead to kids.
That they do.
Sharp imagery, writing that cuts to the heart.
More of this, Mike, and more and more, and again.
Duuuudddeee!!! What a piece! The simplicity of it mingled with the imagery is masterful. And the pace is riveting. I just love what you did here, with all of it.
"Be with me, until the last golden beat of Aspen leaf."
"Just open your feathered heart to the morning moon"
Yowza!!
This beaut should fetch you a kiss or two...