Let the beauty of the morning
rest, a calming blanket
round my turbulent mind.
Listen to the bird song-
pure, undiluted beauty,
feel the sun rise-
in strengthening light around,
taste the cool of morning
in my twitchy nostrils-
bathe in the beauty,
the air around me,
new, renewed of the night,
fresh, embracing my soul.
Day’s breaking,
and life’s returned to earth.
©GayUganda
5 comments:
Eshuneutics,
I am curious. Why do you keep removing traces of yourself from this blog?
I am a pariah within the Ugandan blogger community. They may read my posts, but you will have noticed that they will not comment!
I dont think that applies to you, but I am curious as to the reason why you are reluctant to leave a post for posterity's sake!
gug
You poem is a nice song of hope. I removed comments because I thought they had caused offence...to you..to others. That was my only reason.
Well,
I cant say I was offended by them. I am reasonably thickskined. Or at least I hope I am. Why, someone even left a post calling me a faggot. And it is still there.
And why have you grown thin skinned?
No, you dont have to answer that. You are welcome to comment, wherever.
gug
No, no, no :-) Nothing to do with "thin skin". No point in arguing points, arguing for arguing's sake.
Hmmmmmm!!!!
The Alchemist does not want argument for argument’s sake.
But isn’t that the way that lead is turned to diamond?
Joke.
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