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Alchemist of Dawn

The bricks glitter
with passing snails,
in natures beauty
all else pales

The dew on the tips
spectacular at dawn,
fields like diamonds
glitter the morn

Rays of light
shoot in the sky,
mapping a course
in my left eye

The rivers breeze
caresses the trees,
tugging on leaves
watch their frieze

stillness surrounds
the red back hills,
everyone asleep
on last nights pills

A Kookaburra laughs
waking the dead,
shushing him I say
"You'll wake up Fred !"

Finally the sun
decides to arrive,
this is when I love
just to be alive 

These hours of alchemy
pass by me again,
can't wait for tomorrow
just to be in this Zen.

 

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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I wrote this one just for Stan (scribbler) ... a bit of rhyme from my morning walks .. hope you enjoy !!
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Ahhh Jayne...this is not poetry..you have painted live pictures of dawn arriving with such tiny detail and skill....find it to be very profound...

Much love and warm hugs...

take best care...be well..

raj (sublime_ocean)

Thats one of the nicest things anyone's said about my poetry, these are my early morning walks, everyone has a favourite time of day mines just before dawn
... not quite dark but not quite light.

Really magic time of the day .. it's very beautiful

Thanks again for the support Raj

Love always Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

is like coming of that dawn
every morn
we await in slumber
as the rays creep
into our bedrooms in number
awake
say the warming rays of dawn
'tis morn
and 'tis long since you were born
wake up I have come
and I am dawn
your loving morn

slumber no more
ere I am gone
and
have grown to become that morn
which you now think
you are forlorn
ere you were reborn
wake up says the dawn
I have been just born
don't feel forlorn!

Thanks for the read lovedly

Much appreciated cheers Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

I'm at a loss that anybody would write a poem for me...........So I'll just say thank you and read it again......stan

Ive written poems before about my morning walks but this was written with you in mind ..

Went for a small walk the other morning watching the beautiful colours the sky was turning

And I thought I'll share this with everyone, but your walks are its inspiration

Thank you for that

Love always Sis x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

Just one little stumble, verse seven, would ( just being alive ) not be better, Apart from that it's perfect. Love Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Been way too long my friend will be taking a look at some of your poems shortly.

I am so wrapped you liked this so much and I really love your idea for that line .. it is much smoother

Thanks for the visit see you soon !!

Love Jayne xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

what can I say other than I agree with everyone here? This is like a beautiful painting to me.

Lots of love and hugs
Alid

Awww thank you so much I am so surprised at everyone's reactions ... I never know if they are any good until everyone tells me but I am very happy you liked my foray back to rhyme lol not often I visit but lately ive been drawn to write some

love and hugs Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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You're lately becoming prolific not only with images but also with your submission. I am sorry I can't read all your works.
This one makes me a bit envious :). I am sure you know what I mean, don't you?

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