Aubade: Monday Morning Bed Song

Style: Aubade - a piece (poem or song) sung or played outdoors at dawn, usually as a compliment to
someone.

Prompt: Monday/Morning

Monday Morning Bed Song

The birds are singing in the sunshine
and I sat here gazing across the way.
With the music dancing spirals around
and thoughts of you filling every inch
of me.

Words I long to say cannot escape my lips
as I sit upon the seat, watching the world
while you are so far away from me.

No part of me that doesn't scream
with passion at the mere thought of
being separated.
At the beckon and call of someone else,
and you are so powerless without.

Maybe I should have spoke words of truth.
The actions of my heart or of my habit,
Hardly matter now, but I am still at the mercy
of that which is beyond me.

Alone knowing of the effects,in the depths of my soul,
I am singing and curled tightly into something
something other than you am I am sad.

Today's letter is E and E is for Eddie from Ohio.

A fun little band from Virginia. They write quirky folk song about English ballerinas, James Bond, and Gravity. I first heard of them in college on a mixtape and the song was the New James Bond.

OctPoWriMo Day 7: Silent Truths

Use the following to write of the Silence, whether quote, or picture, or actual silence for 5 minutes.

My truths come from the mornings, that time when the dawn has not broken, or just after. I can see the truth of the Universe between the wisps of fog and the early sunbeams. The world and the universe are ours for the taking and the giving, if we open ourselves up to the basic core, the eternal beat of the earth, the silence that is before the beginning.

 Wow! Feeling a touch prophetic and ephemerally tonight. I guess the prompt today did it's job. While I can't always turn off the noise I feel that this is a good prompt to be periodically. I did not do to the task based prompt. Unfortunately I have a bit too much to do, so I stuck with the quote and the picture. And pretty did I get with this one.

Actually I really like this one and am pretty proud of today's poem. Hope you enjoying reading it, Dear Readers, as much as I like writing it.

Quote Prompt:

“Silence introduced in a society that worships noise is like the Moon exposing the night. Behind darkness is our fear. Within silence our voice dwells. What is required from both is that we be still. We focus. We listen. We see and we hear. The unexpected emerges.”

Picture Prompt

Silent Truths

Have you even seen

the morning dawn,

foggy

and 

damp?

The morning is the silence

where you hear yourself.

We are the lost.

The truth speaks

when all else has been turned off,

when the only other sound

is the heartbeat within your ears.

We are the found.

In a world of noise pollution,

where you have to scream to be heard

it is hard to know truth's whisper,

like a lover forgotten.

We are the  lost.

When noise is the 

sermon of the masses, 

yet you feel there is more

than the pounding civilization makes.

We are the Found.

When before the just born dawn,

naked and exposed.

And forsaken the overly loud

and constant volume,

 to hear the Universe be.

We are the Found among the Lost.

Come a visit the others a OctPoWriMo! It's good Karma!!