8 A.M. Poem by Nika McGuin
8 A.M.
8 a.m.
the room is dim,
as she drags herself, half-awake
out of bed... a slow bumbling
ensues in an attempt to grab her robe
Draped in velvety bordeaux
her feet softly shuffle towards the windows
she opens the blinds and life,
floods in... lush and green
taking hold of the room
Her robe drags the ground quietly
as she sits on a stool near her windows
outside a carnation tree is clustered with native birds
casting their songs into the wind
She yawns, and smiles a sleepy smile:
yet another spring day has begun!
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4/26/2024 10:11:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a wonderful evocation of spring's freshness, annual rush of of renewed life in us. I like this poem for focusing on Nature, the human character is there as a sounding board for the natural wonders. In fact. it's as if the world of nature is flooding into our narrow human lives. The woman is definitely the finger pointing as in the Zen poem about the moon. She is not the focal point but you damatize her accurately as our guide to the mystery of wat - well, the surge of life giving energy.