Her sun-bleached touch
Morning sweeps her sun-bleached fingers
through my waking dreams.
She tempts me from my night-spun depths,
surreal into the now,
and sings her sweet aria,
heard only by my grasping child within,
then plants her jewels; sparkling, budding,
there to suckle and ferment,
to grow, to be discovered,
as if forever mine.
I am unaware, of course,
but she, my constant muse,
her kneading touch, so deep and knowing,
keeps close, as one,
and leaves her diamond crumbs,
without request.
Her flaming heart,
her rising sun,
shines strong and bright
against the shadows of my night.
She finds me in the mire and lifts me free,
where I awake, refreshed,
ready for the day.
The empty page awaits,
resplendent in the early morning light.
I’m driven, pulled, tormented,
embroiled so deep within
that need to make a mark;
a life,
to ease my pain.
To shine.
My pen pumps hot within my grasp,
and I feel,
deep down where Morpheus lurks,
the tantalising burn of her
sun-bleached touch.
A beautiful poem, Eamon..rich, sensuous and satisfying. Great title and that wonderful second verse....
ReplyDeleteYes, the morning with the sunshine teasing us out of dreams....
and leaving those diamonds... to stimulate the creative spirit etc...A fine muse indeed.
Really enjoyed this one...
Glad you liked it, Barbara. It's a new draft of a version I had up on W4all. Just thought I'd give it an airing. I think we all need that certain touch to encourage us into the zone. A little bit of sun in the morning also goes a long way to making things look brighter, in every way. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteI like the fact that this reads like nourishment, like the power of light is energising the spirit within to 'light' the pages with words because of both: the dreams of the subconcious in sleep, brought forth by the light and energy of the morning sun. It is a good read, and a very good message.
ReplyDelete"My pen pumps hot within my grasp,
and I feel,
deep down where Morpheus lurks,"
Don't you just love when you wake and you know something was gifted you in sleep and now you just have to go and unlock it.
Nicely done, Eamon.
Really enjoyed this piece Eamon. :) True inspiration. I love the photo of the sunflower. :)
ReplyDelete''The empty page awaits,
resplendent in the early morning light.
I’m driven, pulled, tormented,
embroiled so deep within
that need to make a mark;
a life,
to ease my pain.
To shine.''
These lines say a lot to me personally. Thanks for sharing this. :) A great write.
Cheers for dropping by, Bobbie. I, too, love those times when I wake creatively energised, as if my locker has been filled with all kinds of potential. It's just a matter of getting it down on paper. Once out, the only limitations are the ones we set ourselves. Hope your writing's going well, my friend. Hope to see some soon on 'Splinter'. Or even better, maybe you'll set up your own blog? So much potential...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan, for letting me know that you were touched by my writing. Always good to know, and, of course, most encouraging for me. I glad you also like the photo. I love sunflowers. I grow them every year, making a point of dispersing last year's seeds around the wilder parts of the town's outskirts. It's lovely to be able to say to myself that I 'planted' that gorgeous flower standing like a beacon on the edge of the woods. Happy writing. ;-)
ReplyDeleteA ray of sunshine Eamon, I loved it.
ReplyDeleteHelen
Lovely to hear that, Helen. Thanks so much for coming by and sharing the space. I hope your writing is going well for you. ;-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Eamon, loved it. Incredible energy in this verse.......
ReplyDeleteHer flaming heart,
her rising sun,
shines strong and bright
against the shadows of my night.
She finds me in the mire and lifts me free,
where I awake, refreshed,
ready for the day.
My favourite verse, so full of light. Maire
Cheers, Maire. Glad it resonated with you. Nothing like waking energised, bursting to get to that waiting page. I think we also need to harness that energy so that we don't have to go looking for it. Thanks again! ;-)
ReplyDeleteThe powers of the unconscious!...just realised that word 'sunbleached' - I've used it in my SURFERS PARADISE poem....selected it as I was trying to find another word for golden/blonde etc.. in my original drafts..Sorry about that...It was not a conscious thing at all...
ReplyDeleteNow Barbara, don't be silly. I'm not responsible for coining the phrase. It's a perfectly apt description of your poem's character. ;-)
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