Poem – Start of the Day

While I don't consider myself a poet (I haven't entered a poetry contest since high school) I think of mine as being similar to vignettes--short captured images which detail emotions and thoughts of a moment. Any more than that, and I put it into prose.

This one is an attempt to relay some of the "simple" magic in the world around me.

Clean arcs of water in buttery just-dawn light.

A rustle of tree leaves.

Distant mountains silent. Roars yet to be discovered.

Cinnamon smoke.

Mornings of cloud, plaintiff meows, one-counts for 2% dispensing.

Engine rumbles.

A puffy white blob–pursed lips with trailing attendants–against a sheet of blue-gray. Turning slowly.

The mother-ship has finally come for me.

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