Morning opens one eyelid,
casting eyelash shadows
across the terraza.
The small dog whines a greeting
as the dogwalker opens the garden gate.
Tap tap of woodpecker in the tallest palm.
Echo of church bells.
Only the first sunrays
silent in this early morn.
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Lovely
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Charming
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Sweet abstract image, looks like a painting. I like the visual I’m getting of the eyelash shadows.
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Thanks, Lisa…That’s the sun’s reflection in the water of the pool, as well as the reflection of my two tallest palm trees. Every morning, a woodpecker flies up to the top of it and starts tapping my wakeup alarm. His mate often flies up to the other tree and answers him tap for tap.
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Better than a blaring alarm clock, but still aggravating to have dreams interrupted by them.
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But they all create dreams of their own. No regrets.
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A good awakening message
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Beautiful poem Judy.
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I love the personification in the opening lines, Judy, and the beauty of the everyday you portray in this quadrille: the image of the dogwalker, the sound of the woodpecker and the bells – it all adds up to a perfect morning.
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That’s my every morning. Well, the dogwalker only comes three times a week, but….
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Ooh! I loved the opening lines, Judy! Brilliant.
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What a thought: the silence of sunlight. Just beautiful.
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Beautiful images. 🙂
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I love the mood you have created here with your descriptions- beautiful Judy!
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Thanks, Linda.
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Morning brings so many sounds… (here it might be the garbage truck)
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delightful
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Those first two lines are amazing, Judy!
❤
David
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