Kingsbrae 12.1
12 June 2017
Dawn
… early morning sunshine
creepy-crawly spider leg rays
climbing over window and wall
my bed-nest alive to light
not night’s star twinkle
but the sun’s egg breaking
its golden yolk
gilding sheet and pillow
billowing day dreams
through my still sleepy head …
… the word feast festering
gathering its inner glimpses
interior life of wind and wave
the elements laid out before us
our banquet of festivities
white the table cloth
golden the woodwork’s glow
mind and matter polished
and the sun show shimmering
its morning glory on garden and porch …
rogermoorepoet 
What a beautiful waking poem! I love the variety of imagery you used to describe sunrise…
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It is certainly getting to me, all these metaphors … lovely.
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Hello, R. Kingsbrae seems to be offering you an endless supply of rich imagery. Keep up the excellent work! Chuck
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Thanks, Chuck. The metaphors are flowing and I am really enjoying myself.
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