True Morning

The days, unclear,

The way, adheres.

The morning, rises,

The mourning, despises.

 

Truth knows freedom,

Its very own Kingdom.

Hiding not, giving way

To a valid pain.

 

A hold, steadfast,

A mold, attached.

A dream, reached,

A stream, redeemed.

 

Life swirls on a lofty breeze,

No matter what one believes.

A give and take,

It’s what you make.

 

The desire, unleashed,

The fire, appeased.

The flame, quenched,

The Name, sent.

 

Weep no more,

For there’s much in store.

The mourning will be done

When the True Morning comes.

Reviews

[dan]

Melinda, I like the wordplay you employ exchanging morning with mourning as the piece continues apace. The structure of the piece, supporting the writing, is spot on...the rhythm of the write is tight and secure, making the writing stand out in its clarity. Very nicely done! take care...dan

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for your review. I appreciate it.

[Willard Wells]

Very nice tribute and view of the future.

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for your review. God bless.

[Valentine]

Life is just that...give and take. Love the picture. Valentine

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for your review. God bless.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful and kind words. I agree with the thoughts and wisdom.
"Weep no more,
For there’s much in store.
The mourning will be done
When the True Morning comes."
Above lines are powerful and true. Thank you Melinda for sharing your excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for your review. God bless.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Melinda.

[Eathen Butz]

This was actually pretty good I liked it but it was also kind of confusing

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for your input. Tried to write in a different, free-flowing style.