7:30 am est (Time)

[sylvanlightning]

The burning ruby
eye of the sun
splinters its pulsing
rays into the cells of leaves.

A golden hue
ripples in wave scales
as the coppery naga
lakes skin shimmers.

Willow tree, grasping a
boulder in its
root like talons,
has webs of caterpillers
nesting in its branches.

This ephemeral eye
speaks not
to the tabula rasa
of my hearts sky.

Coursing cars sail by,
like hunters of the
mornings meaning,
yet find but another
day of obligation.

[KittenX]

Gorgeous!! I love this poem. It's so well defined, so well written with unique bright images and clear emotions.
It speaks to me of a beautiful day when you want to do nothing but be outside and enjoy it but instead you're locked in the everyday mundane reality and obligation and it seems so unfair! But maybe this 'imprisonment' is what makes us cherish it all the more.

[sylvanlightning]

I'm grateful when I wake up still breathing. All is beauty for me now.
Thank you for sharing your perception. Communication is a joy whatever is sincerely chosen to be given as a gift.