Share The Morning Poem by George Coomb

Share the Morning

Eyes touched with morning
Gulls chant over this
Still river of quiet.
Sense of being free...
New created existence
No internal noise,
Violation of the person
Seeking to look
With clear eyes
Above forests of the
Unquiet self.
In stillness undisturbed
Sense of those
Frail minds vulnerable
Like fallen leaves
Scattered where
Morning vibrates with
Doors heavy like crushing ignorance.
One must be strong
Allowing call of Gulls to look up
Prison will never work –
Darkness proliferate
In collective consciousness
Shadow is between punishment
And not doing it again
We share the morning
With the question“Why? ”

George Coombs