Eddie Roa

Rookie - 3 Points (June 22,1942 / Manila. Philippines)

The Morning God Sang - Poem by Eddie Roa

The sounds came rushing in, where did it come from?
Has it always been there? Angels’ halleluiahs, God’s riant laughter
Pervasive, reverberating in crescendo at the gladdening hour,
Trilling with early birds, buzzing, whirring with the bees on morning forage
The day now begins clearly, with light spreading from the ridge to the lucent lake below
Love songs sung in gaiety, noble anthems, magnificent hymns and gentle pinings
Like Orpheus’ flute, the music wafted in the air, oh what euphony!
Tones winding in and out, weaving with the breeze, brushing against pine needles
Out-shouting, out-running each other in playful chase, playing tag with grasshoppers and soprano birds

Then as quickly as it appeared, the joyous harmony stopped, stillness began
The reality of the late morning sun caught up with me, I, silenced in its recognition

Comments about The Morning God Sang by Eddie Roa

  • Miriam Maia Padua (3/22/2009 11:43:00 PM)

    a wonderful piece...
    very beautiful portrait of a wonderful morning...vividly described...
    superb write...very lively...the music is audible,
    i imagine the angels singing, the birds in their own melody...
    ...we can hear God's voice singing...in everything arounds us...

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (3/17/2009 8:14:00 PM)

    Strong imagework...You have a unique structural style to your artistry, and it is not always eye-friendly...Taht said, your work still maintains good flow...and that's what counts.

    F j R

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  • (3/17/2009 6:15:00 PM)

    Them soprano birds in the morning - you got that right - CROWS (Report)Reply

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  • (3/17/2009 7:53:00 AM)

    .. and then it dawned on you.... (Report)Reply

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  • (3/17/2009 6:16:00 AM)

    Beautifully described Eddie, this piece sang,
    Lynda xx

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  • (3/17/2009 4:46:00 AM)

    I was almost spellbound by the imagery myself. Masterful description indeed.

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  • (3/17/2009 4:32:00 AM)

    What a celebration of sound you write so vividly about. It is so alive, so incredibly beautiful and busy. Eddie, your last two lines revere the magic so very well. Karin Anderson (Report)Reply

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  • Fay Slimm (3/17/2009 2:02:00 AM)

    This reads like a symphony Eddie - - it is beautiful and filled with your joy in life - thank you for sharing it with us - 10 from Fay..... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, May 3, 2010

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