Peter S. Quinn


Every New Day Is Mine (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every new day is mine
Filling daylight dreams on
Holdings of fresh sunshine
Of what shall come and be done
Love skies of misty clouds
Giving their moments too
A summer of moving crowds
Within every caress renew

Let nothing go here by
That is all true inside
Like the open bluish sky
Those with its cloudlets glide
Reasons to take and give
Wandering movements’ roads
Days ahead to again live
With none of winter's loads

Every day true in senses
Letting it float here through
Tasking each time and chances
That comes to make and do
Blissfully thoughts to rise
Filling my hour of deep
Showing its wings of surprise
Later to cling to and keep


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2008



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