Morning Air

Morning Air

A Poem by redzone
"

….just something about morning air, music and you.....

"

Morning Air

 

 

There is something about morning air

that entices me to write.

Alicia Keys’ “Love Is Blind”

glistens within the fog

drifting from Willow Creek,

and my wolf spirit calms.

 

It is a hoodie morning

as I drink my first brew,

and once again

my thoughts turn to you.

There is a peaceful quiet with

the song that is playing,

and memories

that are restless

this time of day.

No worries,

this is not a love poem;

rather the widening circle of

a stone cast on clear water makes,

the distance growing between us.

 

Time, distance,

ripples widening,

perhaps all metaphor

that points to a gathering storm,

a coming civil war.

Will our friendships hold?

Strengthen?

Or, be torn apart

by expanding circles,

the rips in spacetime,

and facing the harsh realities

that confront us

as the world implodes.

 

As the circle widened,

I wanted to sing these words to you:

“tum hi ho,

tere bina kya wajood mera,

apne karam ki kar adaayain,

kar de idher bhi tu nigaarhein.”

But, I was afraid

you wouldn’t understand my destination.

I knew these songs

were special to you

and I wanted you to know

I understood.

Instead, I sang “Poore Chaand”.

And the circle widened.

 

As I breathe in morning air,

these two thoughts

invade my mind;

harsh world circles widen

and the circles

of spacetime between us.

But, you are the peace of my soul

and time stops

in this morning air.

The circle widens.

 

Perhaps, Yaaraaaa, this was a love poem after all.

 

Sorry.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 10.6.18



© 2019 redzone



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Observing the dawn of day can set the tone, and for those who will take the time to see inspiring. Having someone to share it with magical, just like this collaboration.

Posted 2 Months Ago


This is a great sharing of your personal perspectives. In some moments, the reader is left wishing he/she could be this friend with you, as your way of expressing a human connection is something we all crave these days especially (with so much strife & hateful rhetoric). I laugh to see you clarify "this isn't romantic love" . . . this is what I love about getting old . . . who cares about romantic love anymore? There are so many interesting ways to be friends, once we get that stupid expectation out of the way! It's great to be back at the cafe & enjoying your awesome work. I hope we can both be here regularly for a long time to come, now! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


redzone

2 Months Ago

Ms barleygirl, Margie, thank you for your comment.. I am soooo glad you are here, able to read and c.. read more
In the late sixties, when King and Robert Kennedy were killed, I'm sure people must have been under the impression the world was imploding too. We've been on the brink of annihilation and had wars, but I think the majority of us want peace and love to win in the end.

I think your poem is a reflection of what's really in the heart of most people. We have differences and will always have them. Years ago we had newspapers. We made our own opinions through what we read. Today, I believe the internet has helped to change how a lot of people think and feel. There is always talk of WW3, nuclear missles, and other things we should be afraid of. I think that can be a bad influence on people if they take things too seriously.

If only enough people could widen that peacetime circle, the world would be such a better place to live. It's a shame more people aren't poets who could see this.

Nice poem, Redzone.








Posted 2 Months Ago


redzone

2 Months Ago

thanks Relic, I too lived through those exciting times, the killings of King and two Kennedy's were .. read more
Ripples in water....they go further and further from the center, but they are still part of the whole. Such it is with friendship I think. Friends can be far apart in distance or even in thought, but they are still friends. They still care and they still share a commonality. I believe this WAS a love poem. The imagery is so exact I could picture you in that hoodie having your morning coffee and almost feel the chill of the PA air. Curt, it's always a pleasure reading you. I think you are a romantic at heart and your poetry often has a lovey feel to it...which makes it so "nice". Lydi**

Posted 2 Months Ago


redzone

2 Months Ago

thanks Lydi, it is always and always good to read your reviews, they are both "nice" as well as they.. read more
Red,
What a wonderful poem . . . an awesome meditation . . . great images! I like way you use your indigenous language . . . though I don't understand the words of the song, I feel the importance of them somehow. It makes me understand the poet more: his inner struggle to communicate his feelings to a love which now continues to widen and eventually disappear. Great Poem, Red. Congratulations.
Tom

Posted 2 Months Ago


redzone

2 Months Ago

thank you Tom, the translation of this Indian song (Sun Raha Hai Tu) can be found on youTube it has .. read more
kentuck14

2 Months Ago

I truly did!
a love poem with certain other implications...i am not so sure that we aren't heading for another civil war...the country seems so split...
but love relationships work similarly...
and the wider the distance becomes...there is often a civil war of sorts within the relationship...and sometimes it gets so bad that there can be no "reconstruction" afterward.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


redzone

2 Months Ago

Jacob, my friend.... glad you caught both meanings in this poem the personal as well as the societal.. read more

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