Morning Bells

About the poem: I often write mid-night or early morning/dawn. When I wrote this collection/poem I was emotionally disconnected...longing for answers.

 

Morning Bells

 

 

words   

     my judge and silent witness

sound their morning bells

 

 

my eyes fired with verses and trail of letters

     seeking the origin of birth

and its wealth of hymns

 

 

a place for my lonely prayers

     charmed with patterns

magnolia   orchard     vine

 

 

this yearning

     carved a cavity in my identity

as I retreated into an inner world

     shrouded by restless thoughts

 

 

no magic carpet for my bare feet

     just words to sail in a rich vocabulary