Poetry Thursday - Sunrise, Come!

Once

weighted clouds of gray
held jagged peaks together
cradling morning light


Twice

morning light, escape
to rise between jagged peaks,
blow dark clouds away


Thrice

mountains part in wait
clouds don white reflective robes
sun's ascension comes


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OK, SERIOUS POETRY ENDED THERE
now for the letter to "a poet"
Y'all (as in Poetry Thursday Participants)

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Oh Poet, m'am -- or sir -- or worse:
don't mind me, I know not what I durst

but know I must indulge my need to say
words that mean so much today.

I used to rhyme like some of you
but now I don't, like you, and you.

(I hope you read punctuation there,
for don't like would be rude without it.)

I must declare I read few poems
for I knew not where to look
for those
which called my name
(with enough conviction I couldn't overlook

the words forming images on the page)
I ask only that I now be allowed
to read
the words of
you
who sit or stand present
(and a few who may have stayed away
and refused to be pulled into the fray
in which words are thrown out
(in cyberspace) --

the words
I sought have spewed forth from y'all
and I promise to read until I drop
my cup of tea or the croissant in my lap
for there are so many of you now (where were
you all before in my days past?) and reading
takes sustenance and sleep and glasses
that are the right strength (call the optometrist, quick!)

And for your indulgence I leave you this:

Roses are red
violets are blue,
I take off my boot
in salute to you!

Now
the
letter
is done
(and with tongue in cheek)
I'll bid you adieu and go sleep.

MeeAugraphie
04/04/07


(the things sleep deprivation does to the mind. . . aka my normal state)

Note:
These words are mine.
Please, do not use them without my permission.
You are welcome, however, to link back to them.
Meeaugraphie