Poesies


~The Art or Practice  of Composing  Poems~

Just before dawn

the world holds its breath

as sweet and clean 

as a virgin moon,

as sweet and clean 

as an expectant mother

whose belly grows round and hopeful

above a shadowless world

where Parisian bakers 

munch fresh pastries and

steam rises above cups of hot chocolate

like bittersweet dewdrops 

raining early morning shadows

on storks delivering

cooing, giggling, imageries 

to the open arms

 of those who suckle poesies 

at sunrise

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