There is a death in every morning
And there is light in every night
Tomorrow I’ll forget as always,
Today I see your image bright.
In every hope there is a moment
You lose yourself, consumed by pain,
I live to dream that special omen
Yet to wake up and die again.
Beautiful.
You gave a twist. Usually there is a new beginning correlating with morning. Love the idea. Keep it up ❤
Thank you so much, I really appreciate your feedback 🙂
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wow. may i feature this on my site? if so, please email the piece, a portrait of you and three line bio to mirrorworkss@gmail.com
Of course! I’d be honoured:) Thank you so much!
Beautiful poem. You’re very good at expressing emotion in your writing.
Thank you, Jerry. That’s very kind of you to say:)
Excellent, enjoyed
Thank you 🙂
Love
Thank you for following my blog, flutterings! I’ll return the follow. Loved this poem!
Thank you so much, Toni! 🙂
It’s always a pleasure reading and watching your blog. Your selection of pics are incredible.and Psychotropic. I’m an old hippie and when I see artwork that compliments your poems like they do.. it’s exciting… Now where did leave those shrooms… jk
Haha! Thank you so much for visiting, Michael! You really do know how to cheer someone up. 🙂
Thank you for visiting WowPowBlog and liking my post on Revision! I love your website–it has an amazing energy! Congratulations on your new ebook! Can’t wait to read it! I like your poetry. I was especially moved by this one. I too find the night comforting and the morning liked a death. Keep writing!
Susan
My pleasure, Susan 🙂 Are you really a voice actor, too? That is amazing! So many gifts gathered in one person 🙂 Thank you so much for all your kind words! I appreciate your time and opinion, and I am happy it spoke to you 🙂
Beautiful and powerful..
Thank you so much! I really appreciate you stopping by 🙂
I love the rhyme scheme and the imagery. Very good stuff!
Thank you so much! I’m happy to hear you like it 🙂
Love this. And it reminds me of this Shakespeare quote too:
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Wow that’s quite a quote! Mmhm I see the resemblence. Thank you for reading it and for the quote 🙂
I enjoyed your ethereal poem and love the mystery of the image.
Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it😆
Fine work. And thanks for stopping by my blog.
Beautiful poetry, as always. You really bring a lot of emotion into your writing, even in shorter poems. Great stuff!
Thank you, Jerry! You’re too kind 🙂