It's three o'clock in the morning.
Winter plans
Within dense turns at night.
The cold that comes from its wings
Hums between branches:
Freezes the morning dew on windowpanes.
Outside everything is cold.
But I come from your body.
And I am content.
Rested.
Warm.
Through the streets I follow your vehicle.
In the morning I illuminate your long hair.
I come from within you.
With every fiber I drank your body
I went through the tunnel of glare
Like the individual that falls in their dreams.
I come from there.
From the lips where an injured red
Drank the life of another.
Now we cross the somber streets.
We go through the city,
As if it were the extension of a bed.
A bed you long to rest in.
Against the crash of light that hurts the car,
The pebbles that incorporate the street; close.
Trees yank their bodies out from the shade.
Now we are calm.
The rest of the world
Is obscure.
Another ordinary day.
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Morning's Revival
Poem By: xForeverxUnboundx
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Submitted: Jun 14, 2008 Reads: 60 Comments: 10 Likes: 6
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Wow, that was just... wow. Really good job!
Posted: Jun 14, 2008
I'm not entirely sure I grasped what you were going for with my interpretation but for me it was as if the majority of the poem was a baby inside the womb talking to the mother lovingly as if it were a parasite in a sense. The end and beginning coincide well. Enjoyable and creative great work.
Posted: Jun 14, 2008
Wow, that was an amazingly complex and heartfelt poem. I read it so many times and each time I get something new and awesome (that's how poetry should be). The imagery is both unique and intense...wow!
The way you started the poem was absolutely captivating.
From my interpretation, it seems like the narrator (aside from being a creepy stalker, haha) is the beam of sunlight that illuminates mornings itself...with a certain passion. Of course it doesn't have to be what you meant since poetry can be interpreted mutiple ways ;) there could be something deeper though...I will be reading this more times still.
I am definitely looking forward to more poems! Post more! MOAR
Posted: Jun 14, 2008
Oh. haha. I was there when you wrote this one. remember, when we were at your house 2 weeks ago. Whatever happened to your iphone? Did you get it back from your sister?
Well, I love this poem. :)
Posted: Jun 14, 2008
I'm not quite sure that I understand every line's conveyance...but I gotta say I admire your vocabulary skills-so far u seem to be way advanced in the English language(I'm a little jealous) but I hope to learn from u maybe...so I like your bio...and I hope u stop by sometime...oh yeah, welcome to booksie;)
Posted: Jun 14, 2008
This was beautiful. I had to read it a couple of times, but I understood that the narrator was light. very clever :)
Posted: Jun 15, 2008
Wow.
Very strong and captivating. (Haaa, I can use big words too. xD Lol)
Definitely, one of my favorites.
Good joooooooob
Posted: Jun 15, 2008
That was a very beautiful poem.
Posted: Jun 16, 2008
Though my witing may be of a more simplistic nature , I do enjoy hob nobbing with the proper poets from time to time . Enjoyed the trip .
Terry
Posted: Jun 20, 2008
Hello ...your poem is very different..very charming indeed...enjoyed.
Rahbar.
Posted: Sep 24, 2008
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