Sunrise 11/14/23
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sunrise through the sagebrush dry grass in the golden light the momentary lush vision of the end of night that tells me all shall be all right as i listen for the hush beneath the urge to rush beneath the urge to bite into the apple of the day into the words that people say the music of my breath the calm of life the calm of death the sunrise in my eye and miles to go before i die
You always inspire me to push harder and deeper with my own work. This is beautiful
I like the imagery in the poem and the meanings I can pull out of them. How the sunrise serves as the border between light and dark. Then there’s the apple reminiscent of Eve and the Word , the breath. I think I gonna stop here lest I use too many “ands” making this comment a grammatical nightmare. Suffice it to say there’s a lot there.