February 6, 2009
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A whisper
Beginning amongst the soil
Through the heart of snow and ice
Neath the roots of fallen trees
Spirits are awakened
Amid rapid colorings
And dramatic paintings
Rendering the sky a dream of chaos
Through this clarity
We see seasons left at a standstill
Useless to the greater forces of nature
Awestruck as the human who passes below
The race cries out but the world remains silent
And yet there is a pause in his stride
He turns if only for a second, to gaze upon the creations of his sleep
The morningrise is quite beautiful
He would have said

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amyxu said...
Sept. 24, 2009 at 9:35 pm
This poem is epic.
Jaquie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 7, 2009 at 10:00 am
I really did enjoy the way you described the 'sunrise' as 'morningrise' it allowed you to incorporate so much more detail. It was a beautiful piece. I understood all that you wanted the reader to feel. Keep writing.
God bless,
EdytD said...
Sept. 6, 2009 at 3:35 pm
This is truly fabulous. The imagery is so strong, I as though I am almost watching the morningrise beside the narrator. I really love this.
I'd really love if you took a look at my poetry; thanks!
lindsey_O said...
Sept. 6, 2009 at 3:35 pm
wow. that was amazing! :D
sejalpatel said...
Aug. 21, 2009 at 2:58 am
What I liked about it is that the part about the seasons are beautifully crafted. One of the parts I didn't really understand though. but overall it is good
bluejay31 said...
Aug. 5, 2009 at 2:12 am
Hey, I really enjoyed this. There were a few parts there were a little confusing, but other than that, it was really good. The main reason why I liked it was the very fact that it was ORIGINAL. So many authors aren't original these days. Nice job! :)
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