Nov 222013
Artwork by Andrea Benson

Artwork by Andrea Benson

How do you endeavour words at the marvel of dawn – slow but suddenly arising in your heart?

How do you speak to the dispersing cold and fog from the treetops, the gradual bathing of your outlook in gentle pinks and gold?

What can you say towards the stillness of things, even as they move, like a sleepy barge drifting through the channel, reflecting the presence of that forgiving first light from all its bright sides?

How can you say I am sorry for all the dawnings you’ve not gambled in poetry?

Perhaps today, you think, you’ll make up for it – steadily pulsing in your reverence, keeping these embers of attention aglow.

But morning never remains.

Instead it grows into a glory of chaos, dropping its gifts – too numerous to carry – in an afternoon heap at our feet.

Generous as it is, the day collapses us into a womb of darkness, where we can finally rest our magnificent failures at being all the way alive.


2013 © Toko-pa Turner





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  12 Responses to “Morning Never Remains”

  1. For this alone, all of your ungambled dawnings are forgiven.

  2. yes!!!!!

  3. But dawns in their blessing come everyday and their gentle kiss to awaken you, soft as a sighing of a breath seep in through your sleeping ear, and awaken the giant sleeping within. And the day echos with the rumblings of the giant half awake <3

  4. Oh, wow. Love this.

  5. Beautiful poem, thank you. I also love the art by Andrea Benson. (BTW, please correct the link to her website, it needs a “:” after the “http” so it s/b http://. )

  6. Loved every word as if honey was dripping from it! Thank you for sharing!

  7. Beautiful!!! as if the words were drawn from my own breath…. <3

  8. ༺ e x q u i s i t e ༻

  9. Its always morning! Your words are breakfast.

  10. I want to find healing and peace and get back to that place in my heart that sees things as you do. I once did, years ago before my daughter succumbed to mental illness and our lives have spiraled down into darkness.
    Can you help us?

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