Nearly-New Day.
When sleep leaves
and tendrils of light seep gently
into a dawn,
my opened eyes see
clearly
an adventure ahead.
I shall repent of any one minute
wasted in this glorious
nearly-new day
which early sings out to be taken
and seized, then
molded to what pleases me.
It is twenty four more hours
of life,
and make of it what I will,
I know it to be a
given time.
An exciting space.
Mine.
To choose what to be, victim
or hero,
to look above or below.
Shall I peruse the stars or the mud ?
Will I shine, or prevent love
lighting my heart,
or could I appear
to be happy yet feel sad
deep inside.?
There will be others who
inhabit this day
who might need me to show
them a way to smile.
Choices are free to be made,
and I shall hope to
choose love's voice today.
ah, I think you gave us a poem to sleep well (A Goodnight Wish) and now this radiant poem to wake us up to a glorious day...
Your words are as bright as a daisy and twice as insightful! This is a glorious poem, Fay. One that takes life by the balls and leaps! 'tendrils of light seep gently into a dawn,' is particularly enchanting. Bookmarked for sure! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This is superb! I so love the unfolding with each thought beautifully developed... uplifting and free
fat you brighten any new day
You have made a wise choice!
A very positive piece Fay..with great ending lines
We are defined by our choices.