Pure Poetry Pt. 2

Daybreak

The gleaming sphere looming overhead departs to rest.

All the stars twinkling, shy, follow suit, back to their nest.

Asleep in her bed, the Golden begins to stir.

All is silent, til daybreak should occur.

Just beyond the vast green hills, the sun peeps.

From the meadow, the mountains so steep, 

Reaches the Golden's rays across the blue.

She smiles warm, cures grass their dew.

Poppies, sunflowers, lift their heads high.

Mourning Doves let out a great big sigh.

The shutters of a wooden cottage fling open.

A young maiden's face says words unspoken.

She props her pale, delicate arm on the sill.

She stares at the Creator, far over the hill.

Her delicate hand holds a handkerchief

And waves to the sun, who is nothing but bliss.

"Hello. Good morning, Earth.

You, porth to nature, all void of derth."

About "Daybreak": This poem was inspired from listening to a song called Gabriel's Oboe. Right off the bat, I imagined a glorious, impressive sunrise over a vast, green meadow filled with flowers and trees. Especially the first few notes of the song sounded a lot like the early morning. And then when the song became more grand and bigger, that's when I imagined that the sun was completely out and was shining its glorious rays among people like an angel or some other deity, grand and holy, for all to see. Then I pictured a very young girl, maybe sixteen, flinging open the shutters of her wooden cottage. Then she grabs her white handkerchief and waves it out the window at the sun, which is her way of greeting it. This little fluttering of the handkerchief is a morning ritual for this young maiden. She says nothing, she just stares in awe at the sun and the meadow with animals waking up. Then at the end, she says "Good morning, Earth." This is the first time I have ever written a poem with this kind of writing that doesn't have a deeper meaning. This poem is all about peace. And the peace in this poem is just the blissful quiet all around as one soaks in the moment of simply being. And to express how beautiful simple things, like a sunrise over a meadow, can be.