Morning's Sonnet

March 26, 2013
By Labradorian PLATINUM, Chicago, Illinois
Labradorian PLATINUM, Chicago, Illinois
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I wake to peachy yellow morning sun,
Swirled cream in skies of light blue tea.
And though the grass is brown and overrun,
I bask in beauty only shown to me.
Footsteps fall like eyes cast to the ground,
As strangers trudge down streets of brown and grey.
While searching for the lost and never found,
People will overlook the gorgeous day.
But still, I throw back my head, grasp the wind,
And smile at the bare and bowing trees.
If only skies of morning were our kin,
And everyone was easier to please.
Mornings are peachy yellow every day,
Though sometimes skyscrapers get in the way.



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on Aug. 1 2013 at 8:28 pm
Labradorian PLATINUM, Chicago, Illinois
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Hello :) Thank you for your comment, I used to write longer peices (or at least that's what it seems like) but maybe I'm just longwinded in conversation. I'm glad to have met another sky lover. (Not that the weather isn't everyones topic of choice anyway)

on Jul. 28 2013 at 3:52 pm
LexusMarie PLATINUM, Las Cruces, New Mexico
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Favorite Quote:
The more control you have over yourself, the less control others have over you.

Hello! I see you have a very distinct set-up with your poems. Each are short but filled with so many details. I like that you wrote this poem about the morning, I find more poems about night than morning, so that's nice. I love the way you describe the sky, I never thought to describe the sky that way, that's truly beautiful. There is feeling throughtout the whole poem that is really nice, it feels very calm. I love using the metaphor of comparing the sky to people, that was brilliant. I too feel the same way. You ended it in a way that leaves the reader thinking and feeling the same way. Good job! 




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