"Good morning Mary"
Mary has blues eyes awakening...
Beyond the window opens slowly the morning.
Softly Upon the carpet Gently
Swiftly The cat glides Gracefully
Away Away into the mystery Away
From off The mangroves From off
Misting Dip of the chalk Misting
Marsh Drinking of fresh May Marsh
Wings Out of dawn Wings
Flapping The Spoonbills rise Flapping
Flapping Banking in deep reflection Flapping
Mary jumps from her bed and bounces
curles from out of her eyes the better
to read the open book before her.
Swiftly Through the open curtains Gracefully
Softly And across the fence Gently
A meadow lark calls:
"GOOD MORNING MARY"















Comments: 24
It's a visually pretty piece. I'm fond of blue. This one brings a picture of morning glories to mind.
No, I don't see a specific shape, more a field of blue flowers with their variant hues.
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We have a lot of look forward to, Kimberly.
I think you deserve praise for an incredible concentration of thought to lay out the form.
The poem is fresh like the morning.