To taste morning

[Mikepoet]

A beautiful morn,
In all its glory,
Sunlight soft patches in,

blades of grass,
laden with dewdrops,
she sees as they bend.

As the sun gets higher,
dew evaporates,
and these blades do rise,

she hurriedly lands,
before its too late,
to taste morning as a butterfly.



This is another poem out of the story. It's about remembered dayfreams of an artist. The ones she had as a little girl in the big old scary hospital recovery room after her Mother went to work. She had her Tonsils taken out.

[bloodredtears]

wonderful imagery...i really liked this... good job!

[X x K e l Z x X]

I agree with ya Kris, this piece has lots of great imagery and good depiction.

[T.J. Barber]

Indeed it does have so much imagery. It also has heart. That's why I like it. Great Job Mike! Keep it up!

TJ

[Mikepoet]

Thanks all. I am now trying to place many poems togather and get a story out of it. It will start in a daycare yard with a stuffed dog as Mascot. The little girl will bond with stuffed dog and bring him to hospital where all the poetry will be written by stuffed dog. These are all her daydreams as little girl. In overview she is remembering her childhood. She turrned out to be an artist. She will paint these memories.

[Hunter]

Mike,

well done my friend.

[Mikepoet]

Thank you Hawkette, ;D