Sunrise whispers..

I woke up as the rooster announced morningโ€™s arrival. In silence, I saw the sun rise, majestic above the hills and with the breeze serenading the fields as I, with a hoe, harvested the wheat of my labor. I smiled; content. The day would be beautiful.

Then I awoke, to the hullabaloo of the city.

I share this post with Flash 55 Friday, and with Magpie Tales where Tess Kincaid has given this beautiful image of the Vincent van Gogh painting, Wheat Field with Rising Sun, to inspire us.

ยฉ Leo 05/July/2011

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

20 thoughts on “Sunrise whispers..”

  1. This reads like a free verse poem. You might want to play with your lines, breaking it up into a free verse poem, and see what happens.

    I love the idea of the breeze serenading the fields. That’s a great image.

    • It started out as a free verse; sort of. Then, the play with the last line struck me. So decided to go that way. Glad you loved the post, and that line in particular. Thanks, Sioux.

    • Yes, but I do wonder what Mr. van Gogh would have written about it if he were here still. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for liking my work, Dani.

    • Yeah. I know ๐Ÿ˜› No one likes such a dream to break anyways ๐Ÿ™‚ Glad you liked it, Deboshree ๐Ÿ™‚

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