Before my eyes

~

The morning, dark, alluring,

as the thoughts of sunrise grow

Along a painted border,

peering up from down below

A lingering desire,

in the guise of something far

As dawn is now reflecting on

the windows where you are

Those clouds along the fence line,

distant band of rusted gray

Find floating through my destiny,

a challenging foray

But truth be told the reason

I have stood here through the storm

The northern gates have opened

and my dream has kept me warm

So I'll just walk this valley

where the flowers join the field

Midst shadows now collected

in the silhouettes they yield

And feel my poor heart beating

as I gaze these yawning skies

For beauty, it is once again,

right here before my eyes

Reviews

[Amy R]

What a motivating poem, so nicely done...

Brilliant idea about finding beauty and solace in the midst of darkness and challenges..
"For beauty, it is once again,
right here before my eyes" My fav lines here,

Nice job!
-Amy

[willweb]

Thank you Amy for your nice comment and for coming by to read.

[Amy R]

You're welcome :))

[DIVYA]

"As dawn is now reflecting on
the windows where you are"

Dear Willweb, I could picture those golden windows vividly, in my mind. The poem ends on an optimistic and warm note. A beautiful and uplifting read for me, today.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Divya. I always smile when you stop by

[Chris Shaw]

A wonderful way to describe the rising sun and the beauty of the natural environment and the impact on the heart and soul. A great piece of poetry here will. Very nice indeed.

Chris

[willweb]

Thank you Chris for always being so nice to me.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome will. Have a lovely day.

[Soren]

Brilliant!! This one is chuck full of metaphor packed in beautiful imagery.
"The morning, dark, alluring,
as the thoughts of sunrise grow
Along a painted border,
peering up from down below"
Anticipated light from the darkness looking upward, what greater opening metaphor than this? The following few lines of this stanza can easily be taken literally bringing one back to the literal interpretation of the piece that leaves a longing for a beloved. Metaphorically the beloved may be enlightenment longed for in the dawn. The next stanza portrays clouds on the horizon, neatly portrayed as a fence or barrier reinforcing the clouds as pending troubles. Here you present the "northern gates as opening. Such a deep Masonic symbol of knowledge gained from intuition. This culminates in possibly the most beautiful and wistful of stanzas.
"So I'll just walk this valley
where the flowers join the field
Midst shadows now collected
in the silhouettes they yield
And feel my poor heart beating
as I gaze these yawning skies
For beauty, it is once again,
right here before my eyes"
Beautiful in literal sense or metaphorical with the recognition that our experience collects shadows portrayed as silhouettes as memories and how this integrates emotion as in a heart beat searching for beauty that is all around us. I may have reached too far here Will but this is what I saw and found it magnificently integrated and one of your best.

[willweb]

Wow Soren, thanks so much for this indepth review of my poem. Your thoughts are pretty much what I envisioned as I wrote this, for the most part. Sometimes an idea will hit and I reach for the keyboard and am often surprised by what appears on the screen. I am thrilled you liked this one so much. It means a lot coming from a talented poet like you.

[Neville]

How lovely is that .. my word, your muse and pen partnership have between them both done you and this page proud .. My guess is that someone not a million miles away will be blushing bright and maybe re-light that candle for you .. I sure hope so anyway .. Neville

[willweb]

Thanks Neville. Glad you liked what you found.

[Ana Papaya]

A captivating journey through dawn's beautiful embrace, and nature's beauty captured in stunning imagery. Very nice!

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ana for your nice comment. I am happy you stopped by.