Thursday, April 07, 2011

Finger painted morning

Birds sing their simple morning songs
Peepers shrug off the chilled dawn
Joining the chorus with their songs
Of bog bound love and loneliness.
In the trees squirrels are just awake
And rubbing a tiny paw on sleepy eyes.
A weary ol' mama possum walks along,weary
Looking for breakfast, digging through
Thick leavings from Autumn and Winter.
Serving as omnibus for six tiny youngin's
Clingin' to her back, holdin' on tight
Tooth and jaw clamped to mama
Like rat ugly hair clips.
Yet above all the hustle, the frenzy
The bustle, the busy, frenetic
The cheeping, the peeping, tweet tweeting
And croaking, harumphing, coo cooing
Conk honking, qua-quacking, whee wheeting
Of morn...
Above all the caught up-ness, the mating
The eating, the cleaning, the seeking
The business of dawn
God is slowly painting the horizon
Once more with the finger paints of creation

10 comments:

Jingle said...

stunning words.

thanks for sharing...

Jingle said...

delightful..

Anonymous said...

Appealing to all the senses - such clever use of sound and image throughout. Thanks :)

Anonymous said...

ah! I enjoyed the ending :)
Enjoy the rally!
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Amity said...

I beautiful scenario God has painted with His fingers!

If I could only paint mine?

Beautiful poem indeed!

Anonymous said...

If I wasn't sitting with two chihuahuas on my lap, I would have stood up and applauded. Loved it. Mountains are my passion. I will certainly check out more of your work.

Amropali said...

i love the brilliant use of vivid and onomatopoeic words.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful ;)

Anonymous said...

I can feel the morning frenzy in the way you strung the sound words together--it adds so much to the piece. Thanks for sharing this one for the rally!

Vinay said...

wow.. what a beautiful poem! I like that life is a painting and the artist is God. enjoyed it! :)

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