Movement.
Dawn hangs on the trees, force slivers floorward,
slips into sleep's acres,
turns shade to tailgates of light over which rays
snipe at quiescence
before sunrise presence moves bleary dreamers
to wide-away doers.
Day breaks to bathe passive eyes with forewarning
for blindness precedes
flashes of conscious surrender to sight as inertia's
lethargic stupor
casts veils around seeing and breath catches gasps
when still becomes movement.
Ears mistake sleepy whispers for proactive reality
when shaken mind rouses
to sense Heaven's infinity ticking away rest- time
making the richer
seconds remaining for flight's drowsy treasure as
night hooks day to my use.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Another enjoyable one Fay 🙂
Splendid, our lady of the dawns mischief.
It's been a while since i saw a dawn shake the world from slumbers but you always give me a vivid insight to this happening when dawn is your chosen subject. Today i felt guilty for there was not much 'movement' from me till much later this morning.
Good Evening FAY Angela here - Ahhhh Sunrise and the dawn of a New Day ! For us working People it sure does *waken bleary dreams* and *banishes lethargic sleep * ! Love the final line *Night hooks day to my use* WICKED ! Once gain you*ve penned a GEM ! Thanks for sharing.
Blessings & Joy & Peace
Love Angela & Brian 🧡🤍💙🤍🧡
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