Dove Morning

Dove Morning

If sound were light, one
mourning dove
could bring the day,
its call a beacon beckoning dawn,
a sweet sun, not a blistering one,
a refuge from the night,
if sound were light.

If sound were water,
the interval of its call,
the rise and fall,
and the three tones after,
would float you in its lap,
a silky nap of lake or pond,
if sound were water.

But sound is sound,
and has gone to ground
just now, and how,
I wonder, the dove done,
the day already a hot one,
will I get through it—
keep true to those three
even tones that steady
that rise and fall, all the sounds
in the bird’s call—


Another draft poem.  Have a good day. 

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3 Comments on “Dove Morning”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    Oh, this is beautiful ! I just want to sing it ! XXOO

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Thank you so much. I’m so glad that you liked it. I realize that I should probably read some like these aloud, as I think my style of line breaks can confuse readers (yet I seem to want to make them anyway!) Thanks again!

  2. M Says:

    musical, wise, thoughtful ~

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