Somewhere the Morning

The flow of thoughts generally rule the morning moods.

Saints have never been saints

No one can say when the birds start their first journey,

Not by a long or short but you try to carry on

Just nothing more than a decent beginning

 

Who knows this road is wise?

Once taken you can get off at any other part

Perhaps thinking, sitting on a damp squib desk

It is still the morning and your day is about to start

 

Practice is the heart of the thing.

With long meditation, slow

Pulse and clean conscience,

You test yourself in belief and endurance. 

 

Feel the calming of your blood.

There’s the sense of losing touch with second-guessing.

Uncertainty dances with a glee.

Time tries to pass surreptitiously.

Unsure but you under the cool 

You can not say where wisdom ends

And foolishness begins to rule

Reviews

[kymee]

You might want to check your punctuation, it seems to be missing in alot of places. I am trying to understand your writing and I'm having a bit of a difficulty. Please be patient I am new at reading different kinds of poetry. So please, express in laymans terms, what was this poem about?

[Dreamer]

Good write!!! I like this line "You can not say where wisdom ends And foolishness begins to rule"

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I have been reading your poetry for awhile now KD and I stand amazed at this one.......awesome!

[Ripple of Aqua]

I love the pondering message that you give. How you are just questioning everything. An intriguing read.

[Daytonight]

My favorite part is the last two stanzas! Well done. Such depth to this poem. Keep on penning.

[Maya Storm]

Fav. Line: "long meditation, slow
Pulse and clean conscience,"

This piece has a fantasy feel to it, I like that.

[Becky C Strukamp]

Very nice poem.

Who knows this road is wise?

I like that..and isnt it the truth!!

[Lily Mae]

Foolishness is always there as a temptation and yet our daily life is so full of choices that could help us steer clear..through breath, meditation and self love and respect.. great write..xx

[Branch Isole]

A great touch of mysticism herein as the light shines intermittently through a veil that is knowledge.