Poem Body
Within the morning’s glance you lie
Beside me in restful compose
While peeking through the bathroom window
Steeply angled, refractory light beams
Come darting through the door left slightly ajar
Exhausted from their journey of ninety-three million miles
Transient photons illuminate your supple form
My eyes are blessed by this sight as are my fingers
Who endlessly caress your outer thigh
Tirelessly chasing their own shadows
Leaving smooth tiny wakes on an ocean of creamy silk
Comments
Love the play...
of light, the time of morning. The exhausted transient light, refracted, gives an image of beams of light leaving just a bit of themselves everywhere they touch. Such a simple image, an awesome picture. ~ Geez.
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dear Tim,
superb imagery in this peek into a morning moment, nice work! you might want to look at this line:
(Who endlessly caress you outer thigh)
*hugs & love, Cat
How did I miss that?...
I guess the sun was in my eyes! ~ Geez.
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I was thinking the same thing
Fixed it. Thanks for reading. I still haven’t mailed your painting Cat. I promise I’ll get on it.
Gratitude
Tim
What a beautiful glimpse into
What a beautiful glimpse into someone's morning, Tim. I really liked the angles and photons - almost the science behind light and shapes - and the journey that light makes travelling (and that thought of light being exhausted) - just to touch us.
Beautiful.