Monday, January 22, 2024

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 Sorting Out The Sky

A pinch of morning,

Now with dawn setting,

Sliver of silver,

Radiance giver.


Oh sky! what summons you

To tease at us so?

 Feathered harbingers,

Noisy bringers,


Of new occurences;

Are sure to find references,

In measure of man's mind,

Who isn't always kind.

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24 comments:

  1. I can just imagine you sorting out the sky, Gillena! Deft rhyming, and I love the ‘pinch of morning’ and ‘radiance giver.

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  2. Love the rhyming, it paints a wonderful carrebean picture.

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  3. This is absolutely stellar writing, Gillena! I love the idea of musing with the sky ❤️❤️

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  4. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa

    Much♡love

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  5. I love a pinch of morning...and the sliver of silver and radiance giver...sounds like a beautiful morning.

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  6. I love your inspirational morning poem, Gillena.

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  7. Thanks for your appreciation Dwight

    Much♡love

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  8. I really like "pinch of morning". Lovely poem.

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  9. Love this one: Feathered harbingers,

    Noisy bringers.

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  10. Thanks for your appreciation Grace

    Much♡love

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  11. Oh, what a wonderful way to put it, a "pinch of morning"!

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  12. Gillena,

    Your rhythmic play and captivating imagery convey a wonderful sense of mystery and anticipation!

    Much love,
    David
    SkepticsKaddish.com

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  13. Lovely, Gillena! I've just looked out to see that "Sliver of silver,
    Radiance giver" as the sun is coming up. 💙

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  14. Thanks for your appreciation Merril

    Much♡love

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  15. Beautiful imagery, Gillena! Nicely done Q.

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  16. Thanks for your appreciation Dora

    Much♡love

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  17. What a lovely morning poem with wonderful rhymes! 💙

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  18. I love this Gillena, and I muse about the feathered harbingers, I look for them every morn.

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