A car zipped through the early morning silence bursting in sound the stillness of sunrise Sol emerged in golden rays cast upon the new day A robin hopped as though dancing in rhythm to ‘The Dawn Chorus’ who woke the sleeping flowers from slumber wet with morning dew Busy bees sipped nectar smacking their lips while butterflies flitted by stopping once in a while to whisper to the early morning breeze as they perched on a nearby wall fragrant from the roses which tumbled over Clang! Clang! The milkman popped full bottles on cement door steps and whistled a merry tune as he went on his way Just another day! Mother Nature fully alive…
Marie Shine is a poet from Listowel, the literary capital of Ireland. She started her journey as a poet in 1965 with her first poem ‘Galway -v- Kerry’ published in a national newspaper 'The Evening Herald'. After that she wrote a number of poems which appeared in various magazines and newspapers across the globe, but her first collection of poetry 'My Potpourri of Poetry' was published in May 2011. Moreover, some of her poems have been anthologized in a book produced by 'The Just Write Group' called 'Hearth Song' and also in' The Ballydonoghue Journal' among others. She has also been the editor of A String of Words, a collection of poems of five poets. Her poetic talent was recognized in June 2005 when she came 2nd in The Dunlavin Arts Festival of Poetry and in July 2007 when she got 2nd position with her English poems in 'The Irish Christian Fellowship Association'. She is Editor of an online emagazine called 'Creation and Criticism'.
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
Do I have a choice before knifing the page for a meaning, when I was drowned in a nostalgia? Cinchona bark. This was my keyword for living bitterly under a tryant inciting the riots of colors. The digital death comes
This morning I awoke, You were the first thing on My mind: You were the sunrise Spreading your golden rays Across the sky. This morning I woke up You were the fresh rose In my garden Your tender petals blowing
It’s here, and then it’s not. That untimely moment that we fear our minds have just ‘forgot’ who we are, and why we’re here. Why did we never reach that bar? We’re no longer our own puppateer. In the past