Awakening Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

... the cat
her name?
Panter,
black fur
her footsteps
unnoticed, unheard
I can hear her

A woman's feet tapping
next to the coffee machine
still a translucent nightgown
cool, but still cold in the house
warming
the piano sounds
gently passionately
from the wooden chariot-cabinet

... the morning feeling
added
to emerging dawn
glistening rays
of the rising sun
fine golden stripes too
even in the heart still dark
adding to the coffee
one big orchestra
non-violent sugar
even quieter milk

a blank canvas
non-waiting
a blank canvas sans couleurs
blobs of paint sans penseurs
art pour l'art

the sense of earthly pain
in my heart and in my being
the words continue
fight with each other
fortunately no people
involved....

cool breeze, early sunshine
hear the birds chirping
the break of day
oh the sonnet in the cabinet-chariot
a golden thread reflection
revivals all along my dreamy body.

...rhythmic coffee droplets still
the last vision going out
the big orchestra too
of an enclosure

an open book
are thee for me

from my window
another vision goes out
in vain
the sun takes its place again
substitute
last glimpse
transparent nightgown
alone through dreamland

now become warmer
see the dawn
embraced embodiment….
of the self….




Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan: "The Green Grass of Dawn"

© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Saturday the 17th February 2018-
@ 10.29 hrs.A.M. West-European Time
Happy BirthDay Esmeralda, Long Live to You in the Gloria!
Are we gonna play the "Stoelendans" again, as we used to a long time gone?