06-05-2016, 07:03 AM
The gentle touch, the soft embrace (gentle touch sounds a bit cliched, maybe it would help to personify it. - would this work i wonder? or would it defeat the feel of the abstractness of the poem)
That tickles my toes and kisses my face
‘Til morning breaks, and away it’s chased.
Kept at bay ‘til dusk walks by, ( I love this line)
And Mother holds tight to the sky.
Then, slowly walking through the street
Recovers from its last retreat
Draped gently like an endless sheet.
Covering windows, closing doors,
Only to recede once more.
Peacefully timid, eagerly shy
Patiently waiting to explore.
That tickles my toes and kisses my face
‘Til morning breaks, and away it’s chased.
Kept at bay ‘til dusk walks by, ( I love this line)
And Mother holds tight to the sky.
Then, slowly walking through the street
Recovers from its last retreat
Draped gently like an endless sheet.
Covering windows, closing doors,
Only to recede once more.
Peacefully timid, eagerly shy
Patiently waiting to explore.