A Picasso Morning Poem by Lillian Susan Thomas

A Picasso Morning

Rating: 5.0


Pre-dawn on the Caprock
Is a flat, even line of horizon
Appearing out of the night -
A solitary stroke to indicate a mouth.
Slowly earth and sky
Unpurse their lips;
Muscles slacken to reveal
The subtle shades of rose
As the sun approaches its entrance.
Hidden light washes
Away stars with the glisten
That perspires from dreams.
Then a golden bubble
Emerges from that mouth
And floats into the morning.
Unable to be sad for long,
This blue child smiles.

Friday, May 8, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: muscles
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Hansford 23 July 2009

There are few poets on PH who can extend a metaphor so long and so well as Lillian. A lovely example.

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Ashraful Musaddeq 22 May 2009

'Then a golden bubble Emerges from that mouth And floats into the morning. Unable to be sad for long, This blue child smiles.' O wonderful! You have caught and sketched pre-dawn nicely with noble metaphor! Exciting poem...10 for it with love.

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James Mclain 08 May 2009

It is nice to see another helping hand with ease in paint..iip

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