An angel hovers over my house in the calm sky.
'Morning' Recitative
(from my operetta, Luminescence)
A graceful breeze embraces feathered wings
of russet, crimson and blue.
They touch extended branches of clustered trees.
Selected boughs move in a synchronized dance
to brushed rhythms
of these singing birds in flight.
Desire reigns gloriously in this place
as passion prepares for another day
of feeling
the buoyancy.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
Very intricately written, Jean. Beautiful birds in flight one can indeed see when one is looking up. Stay safe this weekend!
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. Will do. : )
ReplyDeleteA beautiful description of the morning... Be safe and hope all is well ~
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful writing. Loved every word.....and I see you play the harp! How fantastic!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of selected branches being part of the dance. And I LOVE your angel cloud picture!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dana! Yes, I do believe a Guardian Angel was on duty during this hurricane/tropical storm event.
ReplyDeleteI had to reread it a few times to get the layers of what is going on. I'll come back and read it again because I know I'll find even more layers and meaning and music.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Heaven! Had power and cell service throughout the winds and rain. Lost it when after the storm cleared the region. Go figure!
ReplyDeleteHi Sherrie, Thank you so much. Yes, the harp brings tranquility of mind and spirit. Even when I'm just playing arpeggios or scales, I believe my pulse slows a bit. :)
Hey Twinkly! Drop by as often as you like. Yes, I do layer the meaning in my poetry.
Wonderfully woven words and images. Has a nice flow.
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Thank you for your kind words, Cassiopeia!
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