Mourning Praise

Sunlight gleams on the dew

Those little tear drops from the earth

Settle each morning on the ground

Evaporate into the atmosphere

As the heat of daylight 

Grips the terrain

Towering ridges, giants in slumber

Stretch upward to tickle the clouds

Garments lavished in green and white

Against a sapphire dulled by the hazy ether

Rivers roil their muddy trek

Inexorably melding with an ocean

Fragile as a star fish on its beach

Night brings new visions

Star filled eternity lay just above

Earth exhales briefly in its rest and

Once again weeps its mourning praise

Upon the ground, its tears flush

Across the canvas of its form

Author's Note

All comments and suggestions welcome.

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

You really do a fantastic job of putting the reader right into the scene. Your descriptions were so beautifully penned and I loved the double meaning you put into mourning. The poem was excellent in its entirety, but that last four lines were just perfect.

[Sharon Kim]

I love the vivid imagery and the cycle of the day. You've painted a beautiful picture with your words. I get a feeling from this poem that people are just small and insignificant in comparison to this giant, interconnected, larger than life Earth. So often we don't stop to notice the world around us. When I stop and really pay attention it's a moment of awe-struck, heavy on my chest, "Wow!"
Great poem!

I think you might want the word canvas instead of canvass in the last line.

[J. Land]

Thanks for the tip. I'm stunned I didn't catch that before and will change it.

[Sophy Freebirds]

I always love reading your work.. they are full of vivid imagery.The way you have described it to be tears of the earth is something unique.. the title"mourning praise"- the brilliant oxymoron suits the poem aptly..how the earth cries in the night but the first rays of the sun hail the drops with praise.. lovely poem :)

~Sophy

[Jack Wolfe]

James, I always find your rich, poetic descriptions to be enthralling; is almost as if looking upon a freshly painted canvas, the terrain and colors drawing you in deeper to the unique perspective offered. No complaints on this one, well done.

[Jack Wolfe]

James, I always find your rich, poetic descriptions to be enthralling; is almost as if looking upon a freshly painted canvas, the terrain and colors drawing you in deeper to the unique perspective offered. No complaints on this one, well done.