Sun Rise Poem by James McLain
Sun Rise
The air...is still..thick..
Heavy..moist..it..moves..
Around...a dropp of water..
That drips from the moss..
Between...forked..limbs..
Two...Live oaks..split..the..
Skies..sleepy world...to..
Hold open...one lethargic..
Tired..trimed....yellow eye..
Goddesses of all nations of antiquity are better understood as being called 'Solar Gods'..Every word is becoming an attribute, here, and every element of nature is branching off into a distinct personification.Well written poem..10 from me
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4/29/2024 6:25:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Literally poetic. Descriptive, expressive, well percieved and penned.10+