Arriving At Work, A Day Begins Poem by David Taylor
Arriving At Work, A Day Begins
A glint of early morning sun reflected
in the shiny waxed panels of the parked cars
with blinding rays of light from the mirrored wings
bursting star like on my eyes from a focal intensity
only a pale shadow of the low lying god in my heaven
which hung with unknown colour in a pale blue sky.
The sole of my shoe crunched a gravel chipping
as it pressed into the dry surface of the tarmac drive
making a small mark in memory of my passing
A butterfly with painted wings left its soft repose
and dipped and rose upon the gentle blowing wind
the same air that filled my body with breath and life.
WOW! I am just loving your style and your words. Thank you for sharing these gems!
Beautiful descriptives in here David as well as great details, like shoes hitting the gravel...BRAVO! ! ~~~mm.xo~~
Stunning piece David, this has to be the very best of yours I've read.... superb! I'm adding it to my favs. HG: -) xx
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 1:16:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I get the impression you felt the interconnectedness of everything; you connected with the sun through the burst of light reflection in your eyes; you felt connected to the beauty and freedom of the butterfly by realising you are breathing the same air -this is a description of an epiphany moment to be treasured; in almost a hallowed atmosphere - a privilege to share in it with you! Kind regards, Margaret.