Good morning --------------^-------------- You’re just the way to start my day I’m typing these words across your page The treasure you bring I salt away The measure of your meaning is easy to gauge
We’re waltzing along to the image you made It’s a delicate dance, that much is true If you were the muse in the game that we played You left me entranced over the land that we flew
Good afternoon --------------^-------------- It’s been a busy day but I won’t dwell We shouldn’t get lost in this moment of time I’m happy you made it through the door so well There’s still enough left to finish this rhyme
Into the battle with our spirits so high We dance in the shadows of the noon day sun Our hearts beats a passage that soars to the sky It’s a little bit selfish but a lot more fun
Good evening --------------^-------------- Welcome to this curious test of my measure Glad you could stop by and take it all in Feel free to browse and carouse at your leisure You won’t know the ending until you begin
Parsing the lines into solid shapes The trance of this moment is all that we find It opens our thoughts up and pulls back the drapes We’re left with a memory that’s caught in our mind
Good Night --------------^-------------- Seldom my thoughts spin off of the page It’s better to test them in the mirror of time It doesn’t really help to go off in a rage There’s much more to matter and more hills to climb
My mind slips off to a time in the past The memory is cold and dark and deep It’s just for a moment but the moment might last I’ll take it to bed and there drop off to sleep
The sections of this poem were written a the time of day indicated in the poem. They are not necessarily about those times but rather an attempt to compare my writing at different times of the day.