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Morning Again
by Scott UtleyMy body rises before the sun.
My eyes flutter just as filament in a clear light bulb does.
Dark and alone with myself, I fantasize the universe,
just for a moment, my filament eyes become beacons illuminating my life;
All my sorrows, shame, thrills, love, loves and fears.
It will be several hours before the sun pitches her amber shards
into the heart of this silent morning twilight.
Silent, if I dont heed the frenetic beauty, voice of a madman,
songs of love and precisiond chaos that is my mind on this fine day.
I am strummed tight like the bow of a Stradivarius.
I am a finely tuned instrument ready to play this song called life.
11/07/2007 Posted on 11/07/2007
Copyright © 2025 Scott Utley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/07/07 at 05:52 PM Love this "moment" you describe, the pent beauty, as in the body of an fine instrument... ready to play". The beginning "my body rises before the sun"...so simple and yet so monumental... intense, and "before" can be in the sense of time --or place-- it is there (sunlike) glowing with beforeness. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/07/07 at 06:18 PM You make me wanna pull your strings :) and I admire your music! Truly enjoyed this one, Scott. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/17/08 at 07:19 AM Mmmmmm, the vision of the sun as she "pitches her amber shards" is just bliss. And the last two lines send it right home in perfection! |
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