Adventus
I wake up
and the world has changed
there’s a strange quality to the light,
lurid colours of the sky creating
anthropomorphic shapes in clouds,
warnings weaved through vapour trails
like a painting by Roerich
I hear the blackbird
he’s singing a new song,
displaced by the cunning air
in an odd synchronicity
which cavorts with my mind,
a nameless advent
a voice in my head
says to ignore the news,
make a lover of the duvet
and I resolve play Vaughan Williams
around the clock,
cry out my heart to his glorious fifth
till that sweet second
to midnight comes
poem and image © copyright dfbarker 2012
abstract image created digitally.
Ciscography 
The colors in that painting are absolutely beautiful.
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B e a u t i f u l poem!
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…especially:
“and I resolve play Vaughan Williams
around the clock,
cry out my heart to his glorious fifth
till that sweet second
to midnight comes”
again: BEAUTIFUL!
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Hi David
That feeling of a changed world when you wake up, I can relate.
Making a lover of the duvet 🙂 that’s funny. Birds and waking up, there is no better way to do that! And the image adds to the feeling of strangeness.
To be brief: beautiful.
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Very moving!
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Hi,
A lovely poem, and I like the painting I think it’s very striking.
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The dreamer reclining and almost wallowing in the increasing light is very clear to me in both the digitized artwork and in the poem. Makeing a lover of the duvet: perfect January morning choice! Once again, thank you for acknowledging the advent of this light, this celebration.
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Thank you so much Granbee, I appreciate it. Although I am not ‘conventionally’ religious, I do feel that something light and bright is on its way. It might be a bit a roller coaster ride but… !
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David, I really love this poem – it has a cozy optimism about it that goes against “the news” of the day. As metaphor, I feel it – the coming of a new day – a new journey ahead for humanity perhaps? And as you said to Granbee – the probability of a roller coaster ride first. 🙂
The line: “till that sweet second to midnight comes” completes the poem with a hopeful tension. Nicely done, as always – along with the painting, which is beautiful!
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I enjoyed this so much. It’s late, I’m tired. My favorite line: make a lover of my duvet!!!
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Lovely poem, wonderful painting.
Thanks for visiting my site.
Best wishes
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Thank you!
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You are so kind – I’m grateful!
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Thank you Ina – I was just trying to express my (and others) feelings that we are on the threshold of change.
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Betty, I’m grateful to you! You are an inspiration to so many – I wish I had sustained my effort in creative pursuits more consistently, like you appear to have done. The quality of your work shines through decades.
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Thank you! Sometimes the most basic things are the best, aren’t they?
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That be pretty great right there.
Particularly liked the second stanza. Strong and vivid imagery.
Great work here. Really enjoyed this.
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Thank you! Glad you liked it and I really appreciate you taking the time to look and comment.
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Hi. I like both image and poem. I like the line ‘…displaced to the cunning air…” Jane
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Hi! Thank you for your comments, I appreciate it.
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Such vivid living in this poem… Thank you for your generosity in sharing.
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Thank you! I appreciate your comments.
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The painting is glorious. The poem is strong too, evoking change into the music of the spirit and the soul.
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Thank you Thomas!
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