Daybreak
crack open the day —
see the sun's yolk slip
over the curved lip
of the earth's smooth shell
into the dark interior of night
and slide, with its
beautiful blue albumen,
into the sky shimmering above
Click on the photo for a larger version.
posted by MB at 3:33 AM
23 Comments:
Wow. I so need a dose of this.
Those lovely high mesas...I think I can almost smell creosote and chamisa, although that doesn't quite look like the rock-color I've seen in Arizona and New Mexico.
day as an egg... so much promise, so much potential... great!
gorgeous photo, too!
Lori, it's Idaho's Snake River canyon. You'd be mostly smelling sage, sage and more sage. And dust.
Polona, it's a fine thing to view a day as an opportunity, one that, if you're lucky enough, keeps rolling back around. Thanks!
Don't you love sunrise? That and dusk are my two favorite times of day. I wrote a poem once about that - I'll have to see if I can find it. Your words and photo are splendid!
Ooh, that's so delicious!
Great poem, not a word out of place! Love the images!
thank you, mb. think i'll have one sunny side up for breakfast!
Don't want to egg you on :) but this is wonderful!!!
I could enjoy a second helping :)
Yes, day as egg and promise. Idea as conception and birth.
Before I scrolled down and read, I thought "John Ford"...
alan
Oh, lovely poem! Downright silky. I'm not much of a morning person, but this is a scene to make you start the day with a smile.
awesome!
Love the photo, too!
I finally looked at it on a monitor that shows all the amazing colors...!
this is lovely, succinct but filled with much emotion and rich imagery...love the picture as well, thanks for sharing!
sage
absolutely beautiful
(and i see what you mean about our geology being similar - there is a headland near us which looks oh so similar to your pic)
cheers
Gorgeous!!!! I like my days fried, over easy!!
The sun like a yolk, Thank you for cracking the symbol on me!
So lovely - none the worse for an enforced break. You have been so much missed. Hope you are feeling much better now.
what a beautiful poem! 10 out of 10!
So sensual! "beautiful blue albumen" All those uuus! Ah!
When the lines between things are blurred, I know that we can all connect in your words.
woooah,speechless.
I'm not sure how I knew, MB. Lucky guess, instinct? I have a knack for it when I am really present.
Pauline, they are among my favorite times of day. But then, there's also the sparkling night... and... ;-)
Firebird, thanks. I'm glad you were able to see all the colors!
Charlie, with toast? tea?
Endment, much appreciated! Help yourself!
Robin, visual and conceptual.
Alan, like scenery out of "Stagecoach," maybe? I could see that.
Leslee, silky is a good word for that time of day, actually. Soft and gradual and smooth.
rdl, thanks!
Sage, thanks, much appreciated.
Floots, thanks. What struck me is that the geological history, the forces, are similar, and producing similar looking results — even though the context of the type of landscape is completely different.
Pat, that would be suthern style, I reckon?
Corey, je crois que ce n'est pas un petit dejeuner francais!
Jean, thank you very much. I am doing much better now, strength back nearly to normal.
Miss Magic, I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.
Fred, oh, I'm glad you heard the music of that. Thanks.
Mermaid, you are spooky sometimes. In the best ways. ;-)
Ruth, it's an honor. Thanks.
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