I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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3 September 2009

Waking Early

30 Poems in 30 Days, Day 2
Write a poem that begins with you waking up.

Ah, the light is music
the world new alive
golden through the edges of the curtains.
I am awake at once.

The cats recline on the bed.
He, black panther, waits.
She, grey puma, mews for their food
low and plaintive.

Outside, my wind-chimes
peal and reverberate
reminding me of a long continuum
of Spring mornings.

The heart leaps now
just as it always has
alive, alive, alive – and glad to live
glad to be awake

on a Spring morning
with cats to feed
and the man in the bed waiting
for me as the sun rises.

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