Morning Moment

Sunlight glances off the pavement,

Illumines the world.

Trees glow melancholy,

Lonely limbs laden

With limpid beads of light.

Trembling, winking, gleaming-

The starry-eyed droplets

Look to the sun,

Only to fall from grace,

To plummet unceremoniously

To the ground

-Casualties of Gravity-

Creating explosions,

Shards of light,

A fountain of morning stars.

The world glistens,

Coated in the tears of the sky,

Bathed in the golden white light

Of a winter morning

When the snow has fled

But the cold rain clings.

Reviews

[Bear]

Question, why did you use (Illumines) the only third person references in your poem rather than Illuminating?
I like the concept and your descriptive lines are express and imaginative almost philosophical in nature, but I was disappointed with the ending expecting the building of your poem to explode with a moral impact ending. Still a very good poem and a pleasure to read, I give it four out of five Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Skylah Ginette]

Thank you for the read and review :) I suppose I pay more attention to how things sound rather than the technicalities, but is it is truly a disconcerting inconsistency maybe I should edit it. My thought was that "illumines" sounds better rhythmically. I was trying to be more descriptive in this poem than I usually I am, the focus was to create imagery and mood based on what I see when I open my window in the morning rather than to convey any sort of moral.

[Outdated Account]

A little secret to poetry and writing things in English: When you know the rules, you're allowed to break them if it creates something better.

[Outdated Account]

This is what more poetry should be like. Vibrant, alive, like a flowing river reflecting back a beautiful gilded landscape at every bank. It's wonderful.

[Skylah Ginette]

Thank you :)