Morning Poems
Morning Pearl
by Ghairo Daniels
opaline oyster
pricelessly squeeze milk
into allspice tea
silvery hair gleams
cream floats ivory —
pearl last crumb of bun
no where to hide
by Rikske Kessner
"no where to hide"
The light is a forensic tool,
sliding through slats
to find the skin we shed in our sleep.
It illuminates air—
a slow, grey traffic of ghosts
settling on the dresser.
......
pearlescence
by Rikske Kessner
"pearlescence"
Pale stones catching low light
marked the place
where the thin path
followed the water’s edge,
cool water moving over stone
in its steady way.
......
The Language of The Heart "Embun Pagi' ("Morning Dew")
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Ariel does not need a device to greet you or simply know that you are well.
He feels it, flowing gently with the breeze, the whisper of the waves, and the warmth of the moonlight.
There is a young man who does not speak words as we do, yet he can hear thousands of meanings that escape our listening.
He dances gracefully to welcome the arriving waves,
His gaze grows serene as the sun slowly merges with the western horizon,
And he smiles sincerely while looking upon the vast blue sky.
Behind that smile, everything feels so simple and pure:
......
Dawn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Dawn is a broad, unflawed painting
hanging on the loose threads of light,
hiding first behind wavering bulrushes on
the soft spikes of day
before spilling the good spell on us
of a new beginning.
Morning Pearl
by Ghairo Daniels
opaline oyster
pricelessly squeeze milk
into allspice tea
silvery hair gleams
cream floats ivory —
pearl last crumb of bun
The Language of The Heart "Embun Pagi' ("Morning Dew")
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Ariel does not need a device to greet you or simply know that you are well.
He feels it, flowing gently with the breeze, the whisper of the waves, and the warmth of the moonlight.
There is a young man who does not speak words as we do, yet he can hear thousands of meanings that escape our listening.
He dances gracefully to welcome the arriving waves,
His gaze grows serene as the sun slowly merges with the western horizon,
And he smiles sincerely while looking upon the vast blue sky.
Behind that smile, everything feels so simple and pure:
......
Fresh
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
At strawberry dawn
the new blue flowers glisten
Dreams pause to listen
as birds greet sunrise of mist
Later by golden rays kissed!
Spring flowers just bloomed
Senses' anticipation
Pretty location!
Blue flowers in a blue world
......
crosscurrent morning
by Rikske Kessner
"crosscurrent morning"
Streetcar wires shivering above the block,
first light wringing at last night’s worn edges.
A bin truck grinds somewhere behind the shops,
its metal cough slipping under the hour.
Pigeons lift from a rooftop ledge,
......
waking lights
by Rikske Kessner
"waking lights"
The room sits in its late-hour weight,
charcoal settling where the boards dip.
A latch sticks; the cold has worked at it
through weeks of short days.
The radio mutters through the same reports.
Outside, the yard is a sheet of dull metal,
......
