November 19, 2006 10:36 AM EST
(Updated: November 21, 2006 09:26 PM EST)
First Light
Peachy smears sky nature's stage
Behind brittle autumn crisps
Of naked, nervous shapes—
Gilded, glittered cameos framed
By liquid sheets of transformed beach
For virgin eyes first glance at life
And frost and what awaits the day
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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Comments: 36
Ah, Lost Soul, thank you for your sage critique. Such is the nature of things moveable in this poem; they're in stark relief one moment and in muzzy shadow, the next. "Virgin eyes" are virgin daily to open and view at least a nuance of what has been seen before. Therein is the "point to be inferred" by one who would peep and see what is in store outside today. I truly appreciate your insight.
Is there an Act II? I hope so.
Hey, Barbra, thank you. I love your way of putting what happens with first light, and awakenings, every day; and for reminding me of the stage manager aspects of the writer's work.
Thank you, Juniper. I appreciate that.
Thank you, Laurie.
Great, Vijay. Thank you for your comment; I appreciate knowing it works.
I enjoyed it vey much
Hi, Meena. Thank you for that.
I'm happy to hear that, Serina. Thank you.
My pleasure, Shaunee. Thank you.
Hi, Shawn. I understand that feeling of affection for the coast.
You spur me on with your welcome comments, John. Thank you.
Thank you for that. I appreciate your comments very much.