Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Early Mourning Hymn #1: Park Song

by brycical

The gray sky opens, pumpkin yellow & strained peach hues faintly illuminate the air, trumpeting forth the hazy, drained sun. I know how the sun feels. A flock of seagulls yip around this park-- a few half-asleep morning people suck on their ciggys in drab dark clothes as their bubbly & bright eyed four legged companions trot around. Not sure what I'm  looking for this morning, or what words can best describe the tattered tapestry of what's inside me right now. I just came out for some serenity.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
brycical
For You?
Written by
brycical
Published
Jun 3, 2014
Lines·Words
17·88
Tags
#sun#nature#animals#morning
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell brycical how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write