Sequence.
Far away on first-fringed beams of morning
rides Ol' Sol's wild horses, rays' white light
moving in sequence as saddling silence for
Venus, gifts pour from her paramour Night.
Gathered stars patiently pale while stored
in heaven's dark vaults 'til next sanctified
by another ascension where again sought
they vie to display cavalcade's candle fire.
Passion for his Lady of undisputable form
sees the Knight lay down won glory while
timed to break now rises victorious Dawn
then with Venus veiled morning can smile.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2020 04:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Hoping this little tribute to dawn will cheer readers and maybe lift the gloom of these troubling days.
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Comments6
A fine image of the morning's arrival Fay, with Pegasus leading the way of course
Ex animo, Alan
Yes dawn is always inspiring whatever the weather that follows - thank you Alan for your kind comment.
Good write Fay. I know Dawn. I forgot her surname. Doh!
Many thanks Orchi for dropping by..............
Ah' you got my fave time of day down to a T... and all the possibilities too.. I might imagine....
The day's possibilities are enormous when Dawn takes central stage - -- especially in south-west Cornwall .......... glad you like the same time of day that always stirs me..................... x
BRIAN HERE ~ Good Evening FAY ~ Thanks for heralding the Love & Light of every Dawn ~ in three elegant quatrians replete wih Rhyme & Rhythm. Shades of TINTAGEL and the chivelrous & victorious Knights of the Round Table. I can share the Passion of *Sir Brian* consumating Love with *Angela* the Daughter of Venus ~ AMEN !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love Brian & Angel 💛💛💛
Heel to you two newly married folk and hope this little poem held you enthralled for a while in these trying times............ Thank you for the lovely review and hugs to your both - - keep taking care............................ x Fay
Troubling days indeed for human. Looking around, flowers are blooming, bees are busy harvesting, and the Sun rising every morning no matter what. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful sun rising writing.
Yes I gree dear friend - Nature although being abused is still doing what has to be done - am so pleased the verse gave you a lift in these troubling days
Superb words Fay, I arise with dawn every day and see her in all her glory.
Andy
Yes we miss so much if Dawn arises without us Andy - - keep taking care and staying safe my friend.
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