Morning Sun Poem by Zyw Zywa

Zyw Zywa

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Morning Sun



In the morning sun, on the bed
at the wide open window
I breathe-in the world and
my breath into the world

I no longer feel love
from him, only his worries
he doesn't want to talk, life
is flowing past us

he is a good man
yet I will leave
for a new home
empty but light and spacious

Friday, November 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: relationship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'Morning sun' (1952, Edward Hopper) --- 'Shirley: visions of reality' (2013, Gustav Deutsch) --- Collection 'NightWatch'
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