I Will Become The Morning Poem by Seamus O' Brian

I Will Become The Morning

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I will disappear into the memory of the wind;
I will fold myself into the gilded leaves of dawn;
reach for my bones and you will grasp a handful
of morning; seize my flesh and you will find
in the unfolding of your fingers an empty chrysalis-
a vacant cocoon whose tattered threads
disintegrate into the elusive fragrance
of fresh cut grass or perhaps the warm,
chunky smile of a November moon.

Scream my name into the tawny slate
of some un-named canyon, and I will ride the
echo of the granite walls deep into the memory
of the earth; her molten amniotic contractions
shuddering with the promise of mountains
and jungled arroyos and sky-towering redwoods,
all over which the newborn stars blushed
to cast their silvery rain
upon the first dawn of a mountain dynasty.

But don't look to exhume my name from the grave of the dead;
don't waste an indulgent tear on my behalf
to spring the memory of my life from the purgatory—
the tedious liturgy of the ungrateful half-dead-
for I have fused my DNA into the beauty of the living;
in realms of awe I have melded my vision into the
gloriously tangled tapestries of creation. When my soul
finally rejects this transient allograft
I will scatter like a sunbeam fractured into a thousand
shards piercing the wonder of all that is alive,
all that is wonderful to behold.
And I will become the morning.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,creation,death,life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Glen Kappy 28 June 2017

hey, neal! i was going to explore an earlier posting of yours when i saw this new one. once again i am impressed by the range of words you summon. the number of phrases that stand out would make a long list. the first one to catch me was- I will fold myself into the gilded leaves of dawn. i felt this, feel it. i'll mention one more- molten amniotic contractions shuddering with the promise of mountains. dang, neal! i had to look up allograft. a good word in this context. strange and amazing to think that the things of this world which we think of as solid are composed mostly of space, that all the solidity of the world springs from invisible spirit. thank you, neal, for this mini-journey you took me on. l'chaim! glen

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Rebecca Navarre 03 March 2018

Ever Such Beauty Beyond What Words Could Say! ! ! ! ! ! Ever So Powerful And Moving! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Endless 1OS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++ Again Wow! ! ! ! ! ....

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Sandra Feldman 17 July 2017

Only a very great and visionary poet could have reached such Pantheistic height of beauty with such imagery and such eloquent and poetic word flow.. You are not only a great poet but a great artist that paints with God given talent and with the depth of heartfelt words your unforgettable verses. Your poem certainly is ' A glorious tapestry of creation'. With which you have become one. united. I have never read anything so gloriously flowing into the ever moving river of Nature and its wonders.

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Seamus O Brian 17 July 2017

My dear Sandra, your gracious words enlighten my day and lift my spirit. There is such beauty in the resonance of humanity that compels our desire to create and share art. But it is never complete until another heart resonates. In the kindness and thoughtfulness of your comment I can hear the beating heart of a true artist. Thank you for your beautiful and encouraging words.

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Sarah Persson 10 July 2017

What a wonderful way to look at life and death, you have become the morning in everything that lives. Awake, alive and so very vivid with everything that is alive. This is a work of art. Thank you Seamus for sharing this beautiful work

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Seamus O Brian 10 July 2017

Hello, Sarah! ! So nice to have you stop by. Thank you for your gracious encouragement. You have given me a needed smile today. Be blessed, my friend!

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Norah Tunney 02 July 2017

Gosh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Brilliant poem Seamus .The form fading into the formless and exploding into being. Yes we will all disappear into the memory of the wind.what a beautiful image. I love the sense of spaciousness this poem opens up. It's interesting the last 8 magnificent lines about death are SO life-giving. I feel the power of them in the rock bone ground of my being. I love the image of a sunbeam exploding piercing the wonder of all that is alive and all that is wonderful to behold and becoming the morning. What a climax! ! ! A delight to read thank you

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Seamus O Brian 04 July 2017

My dear Nora, it is such a privilege to find your gracious comments and kind words. I am always blessed by your thoughtful insight. Be blessed in turn, my friend!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 June 2017

Marvellous poem with fantastic expression. Nice penmanship. It may be quoted... in realms of awe I have melded my vision into the gloriously tangled tapestries of creation. When my soul finally rejects this transient allograft I will scatter like a sunbeam fractured into a thousand shards piercing the wonder of all that is alive, all that is wonderful to behold. And I will become the morning. Enjoyed with thanks.

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Seamus O Brian 04 July 2017

Thank you, dear poet! It is a privilege to have you stop and read. Blessings, my friend!

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