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Sunday, May 5, 2013

A prayer to nature (new poem)


I just finished writing this after sitting on my balcony and appreciating a incandescent sun-set. This is a original poem that was written today! Hope you enjoy:

A prayer to nature

As I recline and ponder the vast unknowns of your beauty,
I wonder if I should.
Should I attempt to grasp the contours of your wonder
With my thick-clumsy words?
Must I notate your verse when scribbles would only injure
The immovable delicacy of your rythme?
I wonder if you’d love me, strong-artful evening
If you knew of my restless heart and lustful soul.
Would you weigh my distractions
Like Anubis currency on the scales of final judgement?

Sweet darling, wondrous-obtusity,
To which meadowy brook do your rivers flow?
To what craggy peak does your hope aspire-
Clouds carrying and condensing freedom?
I can only bask in the zephyr of your melodious night,
Breath deeply your sylvan scent and fragrant innocence
And remain a humble servant to the flattery of your endless mystery.

Amen.

Thanks for reading!! 



***Copyright 2013. Cameron Morgan. All Rights Reserved.***

Burning the Midnight Oil

Friends,

Here is a brand-new original poem of mine, last edited today (05-05-13).  Hope you enjoy this!

Burning the midnight oil


I saw the juvenescent moon rise over the slumbering city:
Residents ensconced in ignorant wool
Wheezed loudly in tenuous sleep;
Feeble hearts churning their buttered blood
Spittering and sputtering to make an advance.
Churlish station-wagons chortle artlessly as
Another promising dame impregnates her liver with
Stale gin and anodyne whispers spilling off old lips.
The sun hardly rises to greet the slaughter
As if afraid to reveal its own bloody hands holy
Children are soothed by sugary lies
Confections concocted to forget, feign
Another wearisome night-
To never regret the blasé baked cakes concocted
Of gluttony, the facetious hypodermics
That we rolled along our jetted veins-vicissitude-
To toss the memory of those dawns
Like salt in strangled tequila.
To finally live:
In one phoenix day.

Thanks for reading!!




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