Blue skied morning

Growing up

Coming of age

Simple prospect raising arousal 

Precious soul enter me

My walking, living

Centre of my dream

Reviews

[Erin]

Short and wonderful. What an epic poem. It has potential to mean so many different things. No fancy vocab, no fancy style. It's wonderfully blunt, but not blunt. That's so awesome. Great job!
PBP

[KUFU]

Interesting. I think Bevis and Butthead imagined a Fairy sprinkling morning wood dust around during the night. Your poem captures this event shrouded in allegory as dreams often are. I like how the poem is written. It challenges the reader to understand/make sense of This Blue Skied Morning. The rhythm of the work is smooth. You've taken the reader, via rhythm, into your head as your blurry eyes take-in the newness of the day. Ahhh, the morning stretch, the scratch and then...well, we guys can get this.

You wrote:

"Simple prospect raising arousal"

...I am curious to know if this prospect was in the dream or spied from a window.

Great poem.

[Water_the_Sun]

Beautiful. Keep writing. I love your work.