Morning

Morning

The sounds of skylarks and curlews
break the stillness of the morning
The sensory architect already at work
A fading moon compromises
giving way to the sun dawning
 
Mist suspended over water
waiting for warmth to dissipate
The rocks are bathed clean
Gulls squawking in salty air
A traveling east wind invigorates
 
On a white capped speckled sea
Fisher boats already far from view
Night time now held to ransom
for the day is center stage
adorned in its morning hue
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Lillian is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets Pub

Word Prompts:

Ransom - WOTD
Architect - RDP

Image by Mark Frost from Pixabay 

  30 comments for “Morning

  1. November 14, 2019 at 8:59 pm

    A beautiful poem. You have created a lovely word picture.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 14, 2019 at 9:46 pm

      Thanks Sadje! ☺️

      • November 15, 2019 at 12:46 am

        A pleasure 👍

  2. November 14, 2019 at 9:07 pm

    Ah beautiful! 💞

    • Christine Bolton
      November 14, 2019 at 9:45 pm

      Thank you so much! ☺️

  3. November 15, 2019 at 12:26 am

    This is beautiful Christine! I could picture the each word image quite well. Excellent writing here.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 7:01 am

      Thank you! That means a lot to me 🙂

  4. November 15, 2019 at 12:44 am

    Center stage indeed! Beautiful.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 7:43 pm

      Thanks so much Lisa ☺️

      • November 15, 2019 at 7:51 pm

        YW! 🙂

  5. November 15, 2019 at 1:19 am

    Sigh, that’s the place for me. Beautiful poem, Christine.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 7:00 am

      Thanks Tracy! 🙂

  6. November 15, 2019 at 3:18 am

    Beautiful, Christine, you’ve painted such a peaceful scene that appeals to all the senses! I love the idea of the ‘sensory architect already at work’.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 6:58 am

      Thank you Kim. Iam always inspired by Nature 🙂💕

  7. November 15, 2019 at 8:38 am

    I like your description of morning as holding the night to ransom.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 9:20 am

      Thanks Frank!

  8. November 15, 2019 at 11:08 am

    This holds the essence of that moment when anything seems possible.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 7:42 pm

      Thats a lovely thought Ken. Thanks ☺️

  9. November 15, 2019 at 11:38 am

    Loving everything about this…most especially those last three lines. I could paint a picture from your words….and I want to be in it – experiencing this!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 7:44 pm

      Oh Lillian, thank you so much. I really appreciate it ☺️

  10. November 15, 2019 at 11:50 am

    Your imagery is spectacular.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 7:45 pm

      Thank you Linda. I really appreciate it ☺️

  11. November 15, 2019 at 1:16 pm

    A beautiful poem Christine, I can hear all the birds, smell the sea air …

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 7:46 pm

      Thank you! 🙂 I’m so happy to hear that.

  12. sanaarizvi
    November 15, 2019 at 2:44 pm

    This is absolutely gorgeous, Christine! ❤️❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      November 15, 2019 at 7:47 pm

      Oh you’re so sweet! Thank you ☺️💕

  13. November 16, 2019 at 4:39 am

    lovely and peaceful

    • Christine Bolton
      November 16, 2019 at 5:47 am

      Thank you! ☺️

  14. November 17, 2019 at 11:20 am

    I see a Turner painting in your words.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 17, 2019 at 11:57 am

      Thanks Bjorn. I will accept that lovely compliment ☺️

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