This Morning (111 premium Grade A wrods)

putting up some non-rhyming pieces.

this morning, to the tender sound of
warming whispers of eternity,
I woke.

pristine tears wash my stained halo,
faith-colored rags clothe my psyche,
in the old mirror, I see nothing new.
I put on my cracked leather work boots.

returning, like yesterday's echo,
to the drab canyon of daily toil
in bright blooming fields of assorted angst
I harvest the occasional clear fact.

slaving until my condemned carcass aches,
then, back to my well-hidden haven
to warm my consciousness by slumber's fires
and gulp nectar of tranquility.

black waves of rest cleanse my ragged resolve
as my mind drifts in a sea of weird dreams
for this continuous ring that I run,
I am, with pure sincerity, thankful.

this morning, to the tender sound of
warming whispers of eternity,
I woke.

Author's Note

I've run out of things to put in this box..or have I? Turkish wonder wiesel!!!

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

pristine tears wash my stained halo,
faith-colored rags clothe my psyche,
in the old mirror, I see nothing new.
I put on my cracked leather work boots.

wow. this is POETRY. incredible writing. thanks to Emily for sending it my way.

[Emily B]

I need to remember to be more thankful. I appreciate the reminder more than you know.

[Legion]

An interesting awaken. Brilliant work. You should do this more often. Kudos.