This started off as a Golden Shovel using Mary Oliver’s beautiful poem entitled “This Morning”, but morphed into something different yet still very much inspired by the original.
And just like that, like a simple neighborhood event, a miracle is taking place.
“This Morning” by Mary Oliver
This Night
Inspired by Mary Oliver’s “This Morning”
This night will end in mourning
The black and blue sky will bleed into red
The dark silence broken by willow’s weeping and
Birds singing longingly for some soul food.
This night will end and
I don’t know how to begin again.
Where are the answers to be found
When even the moon has lost its way?
This night will be no more, no more,
I call out in prayer, as if I believe, to anyone
That will listen to my cries;
What else can I do?
This night will end and
Nobody has answered yet;
Have their eyes not opened?
Or is it my eyes that are closed?
This night will end with
The impatient sun taking the sky;
A thousand, million stars fading;
And I’m still without wings.
This night will end in morning
And despite not knowing how,
I will begin again; simple,
And just like that a miracle is taking place.
Be well,
Monty

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When even the moon has lost its way…
Lovely
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My favorite line of the piece
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This was absolutely ethereal. Powerful from its first word to last. Sorrowful but also full of hope.
P.S. In order to help me blog a bit more, I was wondering about taking up a challenge that has you writing a single scene each day in September. Not sure if I could do 30, but might give it a try here and there. Figured I’d share it with you in case you were looking for something to do, too.
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Thanks for your kind words.
I’m up for a challenge! Would it be completely open or will there be a theme or prompts?
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#SepSceneWriMo is completely open, but I think I might end up looking for some sort of prompts to aid in coming up with ideas.
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