To the Day

[Michael]

repost

The light blue blanket blends with pillows white,
the pillows hide the lamp, which burns so bright.
Green is all around us, soft and light.
And, then the picture creeps into the night.

No more can, natural, eyes see beautiful things,
no more can they behold the robin’s wings.
No more can, pleasured, ears hear lovely sing
the songs which make the day. The noises ring.

All, unnatural now, the world surrounds
the man made mundane loves which give no ground
to peace and all the joys which it has found.
The loves that should be up, we’re putting down.

Then, the light comes. All creatures now rejoice,
for, now, all ears that hear can love the voice
of birds who sing of love, for have no choice,
of birds who sing of love, for have no choice.

[tanto]

makes me think...

thank you for sharing, thought provoking. I love the title.

[Michael]

tanto, thank you. I’m glad I’ve given you some food for thought. :)

[Territorial Hawk]

Michael,

this is interesting... I like it a lot.

[Michael]

Thanks, Hawkette, I'm glad you like it. :)

[naturalist]

incredible - beautiful piece. If you go on the trip you should read this michael!

[Poeticpiers]

Michael My friend Artificial light was perhaps the greatest invention that man should not have made it throws us out of tune with nature

[Michael]

naturalist, I will certainly keep your suggestion in mind. Thank you very much.

Piers, a word from you is an honor. More than one is a tribute. Thank you, partner.

[Redstormy]

Michael, I still can't rhyme to save my soul and you do it so smoothly. These words almost melt in my mouth. Awesome poem my friend. :)


Red

[Michael]

Red, thank you so much for the kind words. I’m just trying to be as gifted as Ivor when it comes to rhyming. :D