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Morning Tiger
On highest flat of mesa’s steppe,
The rest of life still dark below,
I find her there like sunrise born.
A golden sparked obsidian,
With slink like waves in new green sky,
Her merest strut sets me ablaze.
In three-point stance, she takes her state,
Surveys her land ‘fore gains her rest.
I find my spot in new day’s light.
Her gaze then comes to rest on me.
I see her smile from distance set,
Like sun itself had burned my heart.
She raises song that calls for me,
And I sing back that she might hear
And carry me with her to bed.
The rest of life still dark below,
I find her there like sunrise born.
A golden sparked obsidian,
With slink like waves in new green sky,
Her merest strut sets me ablaze.
In three-point stance, she takes her state,
Surveys her land ‘fore gains her rest.
I find my spot in new day’s light.
Her gaze then comes to rest on me.
I see her smile from distance set,
Like sun itself had burned my heart.
She raises song that calls for me,
And I sing back that she might hear
And carry me with her to bed.
Published 1st Mar 2017
| Edited 2nd Mar 2017
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An inspiration greets her early pace
In sun of distant song that echos her's.
She bristles whiskers trying not to grin
But cannot keep the pleasure from her face.
RL
In sun of distant song that echos her's.
She bristles whiskers trying not to grin
But cannot keep the pleasure from her face.
RL
1st Mar 2017 11:39pm
Yes, then message received... as intended... New hope comes with the dawn... *smiling uncontrollably* tommy
4th Apr 2017 4:38am
I like the blend between the natural environment and your description of the woman. I like the rhythm, feels like I can sing this piece. The poem title is good too. the ending felt a bit suddenly blunt.
