New Orleans

Morning Ritual

Softly snoring comes floating
up the stairs to
the white-walled room where
thoughts fly unbounded
over pastures fertile
through parades of possibilities
dancing outside the lines
Boundaries blur and fade away
like footsteps in the sand
Until the silence is broken

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Thanks to Iquanyin Moon and One Stop Poetry for the visual prompt that inspired this poem.

6 thoughts on “Morning Ritual”

pamela says:

January 30, 2011 at 6:32 pm

zouxzoux, what a lovely soft feeling this has.

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brian says:

January 30, 2011 at 8:12 pm

ah you painta peaceful moment…love those first moments of the morning…

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Dick says:

January 31, 2011 at 1:43 am

I covet such a tranquil and pastoral night!

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Susannah says:

January 31, 2011 at 4:25 am

I loved this. 🙂

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Photodiction says:

February 3, 2011 at 10:28 pm

I love this moment of the morning that you’ve captured, when the day has just begun and all our dreams seem a possibility.

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Nunee says:

February 6, 2011 at 9:39 pm

This was a caress to the senses…beautiful 🙂

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