Friday, July 20, 2018

Every Day



































We are writing septets today at dversepoets 
Every Day
Bouncing bird notes of Robin's song

 wipe sleep from sunflower eyes.

Awakening yarrow and cabbage rows yawn.
Sand through the hourglass pours our hellos and goodbyes.


 Sun's fingertips read the Braille of the valley of sighs,

and trace the outline of clouds in rose gold.

 In my arms, for better or worse, your image I hold.

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13 comments:

  1. Frank HubenyJuly 20, 2018 at 7:05 AM

    I especially liked the Sun's fingertips reading the Braille of the "valley of sighs". Very nice.

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  2. Anmol (HA)July 20, 2018 at 8:23 AM

    Oh, that wakefulness brought about and not changing the one thing you hold close to you seems to be a wonderful feeling. :-)
    -HA

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  3. Glenn ButtkusJuly 20, 2018 at 10:54 AM

    Great septet; rocked the prompt. I liked several lines /sun's fingertips read the Braille of the valley of sighs/. A lovely tribute to dawn of another new day, with a killer closing line.

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  4. GraceJuly 20, 2018 at 6:45 PM

    I specially admire the last 3 lines with:

    Sun's fingertips read the Braille of the valley of sighs.

    They trace the outline of clouds in rose gold.

    In my arms, for better or worse, your image I hold.

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  5. Merril D. SmithJuly 21, 2018 at 5:51 PM

    Lots of sensory images here!

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  6. Lona GyntJuly 21, 2018 at 6:27 PM

    Agree with Grace on the last three lines, the sensory preface builds perfectly to the emotional and tender conclusion. I also like the allusion to time in the hourglass, fits so well with the setting of the other images. Also like "rose gold" coloring. So lovely.

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  7. kaykualaJuly 21, 2018 at 10:20 PM

    In my arms, for better or worse,
    your image I hold.

    Dreams can result in a nice feeling between 2 persons!

    Hank

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  8. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comJuly 22, 2018 at 3:50 AM

    "trace the outline of clouds in rose gold" --- what a beautiful image here. This is a beautiful poem!

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  9. Kathy ReedJuly 22, 2018 at 9:15 AM

    Thank you.

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  10. Debi SwimJuly 23, 2018 at 3:57 AM

    Bouncing bird notes of Robin's song
    wipe sleep from sunflower eyes.
    Awakening yarrow and cabbage rows yawn.... love this!

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  11. ImeldaJuly 23, 2018 at 8:28 PM

    Beautiful images, Kathy. I am hooked by the opening line. I can't help but notice the progression of the poem from all-sunshine to poignant. SO, I guess, while the opening line hooked me, it was the last line that touched me most.

    ~Imelda

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