National Poetry Month is wrapping up.
“To commemorate the end of National Poetry Month, blog about your favorite poem and provide at least one link to other poems and/or a bio of the poet.”
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches —
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead —
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging —
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted —
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
from Dream Work (1986) by Mary Oliver
My previously posted morning vibe poem
Poetica Spontenaium 4.6.02
Delight is turning your heavy head
from the dark side of the too wide bed
to see the careful thieving of dawn creeping and breaking
through verdant leaves and blinds left open.
watching tiny wrens toddle through the morning air
with nervous cheeps and awkward fumbling
Sniffing deep, from the belly, the hope of a new morning
Toes still curled in a delicious pocket of cozy,
The sky the only bearer of possible blues
Turning off the alarm clock. No buzz. No snooze.