so i have been asked to write about my experience. Thats my writing cue. 5.11.23

the diving part is so scary.
In any case,
Now that i have been pushed
into diving
here i go.

Sunday Morning

Its one thing
to flow and write
and another to
dive and write.

Many poems could be created
out of one morning
One sunday morning
the finest of all mornings.

Though i say this
but no words emerge out of me.
its as if the morning hangs like a painting before me
its just there
and i could simply stare at it any time i want;
the morning is like a museum
and i could choose any alley of it
to stroll.

Sometimes the morning shifts to
out there somewhere from right there before me.
Its as if its another dimension in space and time
just like a bubble in air,
or a dewdrop on a leaf.
and yet there is more
for i could inhabit this bubble
or make the dew drop my home
and it doesn't burst or evaporate.
Thank you for such a
perennial treasure of a morning.

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Written on 2023-11-10 at 18:52

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I see colors as I read this, colors not quite of my world, and they are lovely.

Amazing as always. But the first couplet is just amazing 🥺.

I think Iíve mentioned this before but you write yearning with such humanity itís glorious