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 Category:  Biographical Poetry
  Posted: April 2, 2016      Views: 523
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I am recently retired and reside in the most beautiful area of Virginia--the Shenandoah Valley. I find beauty and inspiration in the mountains every day--it is one of my most faithful muses.

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Chapter 19 of the book 2016
Free Verse Musings at Virginia Beach, VA
"Morning" by mountainwriter49

Morning’s piercing, golden light 
found its way through the drapes' narrow divide 
to my bed and bruised my sleeping eyes, 
and thus awoke me with a not-so-gentle nudge

I pulled myself out of my warm, ruffled bed covers 
and walked, nude,  towards the balcony to see
God’s dawning eye reflect upon turbulent seas 

It was then I became transfixed upon the imagery
of the bright, orange orb rising o’er
Earth’s grey, calm rim 

Slowly and surely

as did the bay’s surface-level fog create a surreal sense
of  reality as tankers and freighter ships 
appeared to be floating mid-air

hovering between the here and there

It was as though le Mont Saint Michelle
was just south of the Chesapeake Bay,
enshrouded by fog,  yet piercing its morphing, opaque scarf

and thus I was captivated 
as I gazed upon Earth’s rim and the ships 
floating in a sea of emergent, transforming fog
washed in translucent yellow-orange light 

I reflected upon the sea, and it upon me, and thus

I walked to my mirror
and looked upon myself, bearded, naked and perplexed,
It was as though 
I’d  been floating in life’s opacity 
for these many months
wondering about reality  and  what is
and is not

The ships phased in and out of the fog
and I remained invisible upon my balcony’s edge

I’m but an old and weary man who’s looking upon sea swells
while pondering life’s divine design
as shifting fog and moored ships entwine

2 April 2016

Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry


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Author Notes
Free verse. Minimal punctuation and capitalization.
Just a free flowing thought of mind an soul tonight.

This morning was strange. Storm clouds, gale winds and sea-level fog. Ships were enshrouded. I watched from my hotel's balcony. Amazed. And thus this poem was born.

Also, Sweet Linda and I AM Cat have been urging me to surrender to free verse for a change. I finally succumbed with this poem. I hope you enjoy :)

Thank you for reading my poetry.
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