the
perfect
sunrise spreads
like a warm blanket
wrapping around
a lover’s face –
with the
mist
and
mysteries
of the night,
burning off
at first
light.
unearthing poems
the
perfect
sunrise spreads
like a warm blanket
wrapping around
a lover’s face –
with the
mist
and
mysteries
of the night,
burning off
at first
light.
I love how concisely you put this very simple daily occurrence!
I also like the structure. The line breaks coming and going like a wave, as if you’re watching the beginning, crescendo, ending, and then a new beginning of something beautiful.
thanks homie. i really enjoyed playing with the structure of this poem.
This is great in its simplicity and the rhythmic feel of the composition.
I’m not sure if it’s what’s intended, but I find a lot of room for speculation about the events of the previous night ; )