Your soft hue caresses my eyes,
Your frivolity is beautiful.
No one tells you when to come,
when to go,
when there will be dew,
when you'll bring snow.
A law unto yourself but you aren't a rebel
And yet you still liberate me
Cut me free from the chains of the mundane
Like a friend you come bearing gifts
Inspiring me to bring out the depths of imagination
Do you come alone?
Or do you bring the smells and sounds of life?
Are you quiet and serene?
Or does energy course through you?
You fuel my brain
Excite my senses
Refresh the soul
Create
I love the anthropomorphic way in which you have presented A Misty Morning.
ReplyDeleteThe simile you used "Like a friend you come bearing gifts//Inspiring me to bring out the depths of imagination" realy brings the theme alive and can enable readers to relate to the feelings it can bring.
Some people worry that what they have written is too short but oftentimes less is more. The length of your poem has reflected how long a mist stays.
The four questions you ask: "Do you come alone?//Or do you bring the smells and sounds of life?//Are you quiet and serene?//Or does energy course through you?" emphasises perhaps the mystery.
All in all I found this piece really refreshing, and it had an invigorating end.
TJ