the wind sighs
my soul sings
I couldn’t sleep before assuaging the Muse after that dreadful NaPoWriMo! A Blackout Poem was just what I needed to lure her back from hiding! 😉 based on the poem below, found words on bold text:
Paul Laurence Dunbar – 1872-1906￼
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says “kiss me, please”
‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning,
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
come, Love, and we together sing,
“‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.”
April 22nd, 2020 at 12:01 am
You’re really good at this.
April 22nd, 2020 at 1:34 am
As a morning person, I thank you for this.
April 22nd, 2020 at 3:44 pm
Beautiful Kat, and what a lovely base you started from.
April 22nd, 2020 at 8:01 pm
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April 22nd, 2020 at 8:09 pm
Thank you V.J. I just had to redeem myself before I could sleep last night! 🌺