Morning Magic

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Morning Magic

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the dew drips golden in this place
wraps trees in crystaline embrace
as this Spring day breaks rich and chilled
the morning sun ignites your face

you approach cloaked in this sunrise
beneath a sky blue as your eyes
my spirit sings my heart is thrilled
your beauty leaves me hypnotized

bird songs carry on freshened breeze
flowers wake to the kiss of bees
my cup of bliss this moment filled
this magic brings me to my knees

I feel each day my true love build
quite certain by the gods it’s willed
this golden morn sweet tears are spilled
so thankful for these dreams fulfilled

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rob kistner © 2019

  • This poem is 8 syllables per line, exactly the same as Robert Frost’s “Stopping By A Woods On A Snowy Evening”. The rhyme pattern to my piece here is: AABA CCBC DDBD BBBB

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    Click here to read my “darker” rubaiyat

    Click here to read a second one of my “darker” rubaiyat

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  • 40 thoughts on “Morning Magic”

    1. i enjoy the exuberance of your poem. i like the connection between the first line and the next to the last line. golden drips, golden morn, your tears are genuine and precious.

    2. I think my preference is for the ‘light-filled’ poem. To my ear it flows better too, which might mean that you were unconsciously more at home with it.

      1. Thank you for reading snd commenting Jane. Perhaps I am unconsciously more uncomfortable with death than I realize? I have bitter memories of the death of a loved one, an 18-year-old son – though I have loving memories of him. And death has been much too familiar with me personally in the last couple years, since my heart stopped in the hospital in 2017, my requiring I receive a pacemaker implant.

    3. You captured the form well. A bit sappy for my tastes, sort of what poems are suppose to be for many folks I guess, but not my style. But the rhyme, rhythm and such are great.
      But I have a question: Having read your darker rubaiyat and this one, I note a pattern: they seem abstract, not specific. It could almost be like you are righting about generic horrible loss or generic raptured love but I don’t feel a real person behind these — either a real writer or a real object that was loved. Almost like it is a fiction. It is as if the writing is struggling to hard to get an archetype across, an abstraction, instead of real, complex, earthy, less-preachy stuff.
      But don’t get me wrong, the writing form, rhythm and all are great.

      1. Thank you Sabio, I am glad you like “the writing form, rhythm, and all”. That is the entirety of what I am attempting in writing this “structured form poetry” – well constructed “fiction”. I am glad you like the work I do in unfolding my “technique”. I write this “form” poetry with great care, but mostly to have fun here, and participate in the dVerse prompts. I do not favor, nor do I read, much “structured form” poetry. My favorite poet is Gary Snyder. If you want to find me unfolding my soul, you would have to wander through my 50+ years of writing free verse, that is where “I live”. Some of it I post on my Image & Verse site, but not most. I have a private “password only” site where I share my deeper, more personal work with those who have begun following me over my years, and multiple sites, on the internet. Since you don’t think I am a real writer Sabio, please do us both a favor, do not read the work I post here for casual fun – and certainly do not comment on my work. Keep your opinion of me, as a wrter, to yourself. I did not solicit it, nor do I want to hear it. I will be cordial, and keep my personal opinion of you as a writer to myself. Thank you. Have a good life.

      1. I am very pleased you enjoyed this Gina. I have fallen in love three times in my life. The first two times I was too emotionally immature to understand or appreciate love. The last time I was 40 years old, and although that was 32 years ago, it is a crystal clear memory – because I never thought I would ever actually “fall in love” again. It was a very surprising and powerful thing, indelibly printed in my mind and heart.

        1. i want to fall in love too, but i think my time has come and passed, its a beautiful thing to love and be loved and i wish you continued happiness, you have a gentle heart

    4. That first stanza pulls you in to the golden treasures to be found so close to home. You follow it up beautifully with each stanza’s first line making a strong statement, and then backing it up. Also love that photo!

      1. Thank you Grace, you are most kind! Much of the frozen northeastern and north central regions of North America are praying for sweet Spring. Wind chill factors of (-)30,40,50 and below, with people dying of the cold. However, out here in the Pacific NorthWest it has been pretty mild in comparison. We have had numerous sunny days dispersed throughout this winter, with temps up in the 50’s time to time.

    5. I love this… a wonderful dreamy poem in my view, maybe wishing for things to be better… almost like casting a spell

      1. Thank you Bjorn’ i really like your take on this as perhaps a spell is cast, that this love grow and grow to even more glorious heights. Yes, the god’s willed it so. I am pleased you liked this. Writing love & love-lost poems are my guilty pleasure. Puts me in touch with my romantic male “Lord Byron” essence. Some people find love poetry “sappy” and “beneath their refined taste” – but i find them great fun, and challending to write well. I have a strictly “free verse” soul. It is the way my mind thinks and conceives poetry. Free verse is what I write and post on my closed community as well as my private site. Neither my deeply dark nor erotic poetry is appropriate for dVerse – and I respect that. But I find it a wonderful adventure to write poems of “structured form” at times. That is why I enjoy visiting dVerse and participating in the prompts here. Anyway, thank you for your kind words Bjorn. 🙂

    6. Wonderful words melded beautifully in the form. Most especially love the second stanza and the idea of the flowers awakening to the kiss of bees.

    7. I’ve come late to reading, Rob, trying to catch up, and I’m glad I did. The first stanza of your Rubaiyat drew me in with the details of morning light on dew and I enjoyed the lightness of heart.

    8. There is something magical about some spring (or early summer) mornings–bright with promise. I liked how you describe the dew “wraps trees in crystaline embrace.” I like the expression of gratitude, too, at having this love–also perhaps magical.

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