morning breaks

An acrostic poem.

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

morning, O please —
O my false pleas fall:
raindrop, dew on a grass blade.
night of sorrow: i ungrateful —
i, i lie to you, always
nothing, in sly and shy nothings —
growth, a tumor inside.

change, O i ignore
red apples, simple —
a red apple so ripe, so sweet.
yonder tree is full.
O so blind, i be.
lady night is a liar:
a mirror will break, a broken
song like me; a simple song

like me. O —
i, i see
green, a blade of grass —
Hearken
to your touch, i sing
sing this, my untruth.

change. O revelation —
Hearken!
A child awakens,
nothing changes.
Gods will smile, people will cry
elsewhere.

John R. Hampton @ 2024.07.28