MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

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pearl dawn

enveloping fog
cloaked in iridescence
by the rising sun

too dense for penetration
like straw spun into gold
fog made pearl

sun translates
common cold morning
into mystery


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strange to be up

strange to be up
with no darkness
to drape me
up before the sun
slowly melts
my horizon’s hoarfrost
gray-blue in
warm, pallid pinks
spinning them
to brilliance
to gold