Waking.
Dawn hangs on September trees, wake slithers
forward into sleep's acres,
turns shade to tailgates of light over which rays
snipe at quiescence
before sunrise leaps in to move bleary dreamers
like me to bright-eyed doers.
Day breaks to bathe passive sight in forewarning
as blind patches precede
flashes of conscious surrender to oust inertia and
its sweet stupor,
dark casts veils around seeing but breath catches
on when still becomes movement.
Ears mistake sleepy whispers for proactive reality
when shaken sense rouses
to feel Heaven's infinity ticking away rested hours
making the richer
seconds remaining for flight's drowsy treasure as
night hooks day to its use.
"Time to get up Dreamyhead I suggest to myself
but please let the alarm clock
try waking me
~ ~ ~ softly. ~ ~ ~
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
A gloomy thought maybe, yet going into Autumn: Soon, at the Autumnal Equinox, there will be 12 hours daylight and 12 hours dark. Then it's less daylight each day until the Shortest Day in December.
I recall it when I go up while still dark, and fell over the cat (or dog). Who put the lights out outdoors?!
Thanking you muchly for your lovely comment on Waking dear Orchi.
OK Fay I am awakened have been up and about for almost four hours so I actually saw the daybreak in real time, not dream time.
Wonderful words as ever though.
Andy
So good to rise just as dawn breaks and thank you dear friend for sharing that special time with us after reading my few words on Waking.
Well you 'bright-eyed doer' you've been and gone and done it again aintcha?
I'm jealous of your dawn appreciations. I envy your ability to witness the damn thing cos i languish beneath my duvet far too long these days and furthermore the houses opposite somewhat restrict my view of any horizon.
But one day Fay. I shall rise afore the dawn and upon my ready steed achieve the heights of those Malvern hills to witness days arrival in all its splendour (knowing my luck it will be foggy) and pleasure your screen with words to paint the vision i behold as beauty beckons the daylife-creatures into action.
Wonderful poetry as only you can ascribe Fay.
Cant wait for that "one day" to read your experience of dawn in the Malverns cos I lived in those very hills moons ago my friend........... meanwhile am delighted you digested my versing of September sunrise down here in the south-west. Thanking you ever so for your visit and comment.
I feel sleepy just reading your dreamy poetic prose - don't wake me if I should fall asleep before finishing this com ...........zzzzz
Ah you are a Dreamyhead too I see -- but there goes the alarm clock so begone those zzzzzzzzzzzzzz s --- though bless you for trying at least to read and comment on my version of Waking dear Michael.
beautiful, like how you hid a separate rhythmic layer of the poem within your lines, hard to pinpoint initially without concentrating since you purposely didn't use that much punctuation,
brilliantly creative and it has such a healing/soothing element to it
Your in-depth perception of the writing style used in Waking delights me L.B. - - - and thank you sincerely for mentioning too that you felt the read soothing............... I hoped that readers would find the verse calming and that the end lines left them a smile.
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