Surrender.
Dawn hangs on the trees, light slivers floorward,
slips into sleep's acres,
turns shade to tailgates of force over which rays
snipe at quiescence
before sunrise leaps in to move 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
bitter-sweet stupor
casts veils around seeing but breath catches gasps
when still becomes movement.
Ears mistake breezy 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
time hooks day to its use.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2021 05:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Another peep at a piece written back along - - - hope you enjoy.
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Comments6
Good write Fay.
Wow... I gripped slowly onto every word, already a pleasure!
Thank you so much
The quiet of the slumbering night,
Pierced to movement by your light.
As always enthralled by your words
Wow Fay! An extravaganza of dawn's delights. Took me through every waking feeling with this one.
I think you milked it as they say....
Nice one.
My time of day, the beauty of dawn is so wonderful as are your words Fay.
Andy
what a beautiful serenade: to all things 'morning sunshine' - seeped, in that untapped possibility of a new day...
simply wonderful dear Fay, thanks for sharing again
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