Coming Morn

Upon the ink my needle is spun, upon a white virgin crest,
Spun from heart and tattered cuff,
And cast from naked chest.


From the rubble, the hellish struggle, I feel a turning tide,
All the while, comforts the smile,
My burning ember bride.


The tunnel is long and you would pot holes to stray,
And though the light be as needle prick,
It only seems so far away.


Use your meditation, by take of whatever form,
Use it to stand-fast,
Hold strong against the storm.


So with pen and page, and sight no longer forlorn,
I say goodnight to the dark,
Hello the coming morn.



Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

18 thoughts on “Coming Morn

  1. Exceptional again Charlie, although what draws me to your work is how your imagery literally ‘hooks’ my imagination and sets me pondering and exploring your words and phrases I’d also love to read a short intro to your works which would be fascinating to see how you transformed thought into these amazing written pictures.

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    1. Thanks Nigel mate. I did think of doing that, I may well do on a few of these. As always you are very complimentary of my work and it’s hugely appreciated, genuinely comments like this make my day.

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