Another Golden Dawn
Where did the mainland go
before the latest storm hit home
...
Horizon light extinguished
each of them now forlorn and gone
...
Yet here we have another
golden dawn, just look at her now
...
Smiling down upon those of us
gathered upon this unforgiving shore
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Neville (
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There will always be a beacon light for eyes which see a future.
A light which those who turn, looking back and dwell upon yesterdays storm, cannot yet see.
Though reflection, within the light of tomorrow, gains us wisdom.
There you see, your pieces often make me dwell, and look beyond the words, to seek a pearl of wisdom condensed therein.
You dont need me to help you either pen or mouth a pearl of wisdom DA .. besides being a literary friend, I have often been inspired by the content, structure and flow of your general philosophical outlook and poetry ..
Beautiful reflection.....love this poem!..C
................................................ Thank you Christina, much appreciated my friend ... N
Much food for thought in this little gem. After the light is gone unclear may follow yet a window opens for those who gather to face another morrow, to welcome its treasure and wait for what they do not know - - needing no more than to watch for that glowing smile. Positivity in a poetic nutshell my friend.
thank you for checking in our Fay .. please excuse my delayed reply ... stay safe n well .. am presently house hunting ................. N x
Metaphor or plain hard boiled reality? Keeps flipping for me... Can appreciate both, so thanks.
Regards Dave
................................... that'll do nicely sir ... thank you and truly ...............................................................Neville
Each day that is raised from the dark shows us a new life. We have that new life in each new day.
Andy
....................................... sounds good to me mate ................. bless ya Andy ...................... stay safe n well sir ........... Neville
Good write Neville.
I thought you meant Dawn. I was about to meet the lass! I never seem to meet 'em though. Will it be too much for me? lol
..............................................................................Better luck with Eve maybe ... Cheers
... Neville
well, that's one memorable morning - Eos gifted you my friend, though having come to understand you a little through your writes, I'll tender a tentative bet - that your words were inspired more: by your nocturnal triumph(s), than that Sunshine you immortalise with such eloquence,
great read
....................... Ha .. my very dear and most eloquent friend ...
You can not expect me to answer such a question, surely .. since you already know that a true gentleman never tells ...
All I can say without fear of my conscience getting the better of me and a subsequent guilt tsunami hitting me hard on the back of the neck like a black stocking filled with dried butterflies droppings , is this .... I always strive for a win win ....
All the very best of All Good Things my good friend ...
Neville
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