no fear for comforts company

dusk arising

 

 

Golden light of rebirth dawns
upon the wasteland of my blind
and birdsong's morning trills of joy
fall unkind.

So, so slowly then with you
shall i walk this mornings mile
with no fear nor comforts company
in a smile

oh you frosty bitter wasteland
you take us all in your greedy time
ever waiting for the ripening fruit to fail
'pon the vine

Lay her deep and lay down low
then lift this heart up to the sky
cold earth, so, so, cold, fails my fingers
lain to lie

And so to the morrow, to the day
upon the morning tide must i depart
the new world shall take all of me they claim
.......yes take all of me
.                           'cept my heart

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  • orchidee

    Good write Dusk.

  • Neville


    I think you are on a roll my friend .. this is an excellent post .. and one that any poet would be proud too have penned ............

    • Michael Edwards

      I'd sure be proud to call it mine.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Oh the solemn pathos in these heart-tugging lines - that lonely walk depicts what happens when unfeeling wasteland takes all - "'cept the heart" -- a sigh of a read my friend.

    • marijoy

      I know now why I had to come here to this site today. Was to read your beautiful poem. What a gem. I was long without coming here and read or write anything. I can see the progress here. Congrats on your writing

    • Jerry Reynolds

      That is moving dusk. My pick for the day.

    • FredPeyer

      D A, I think you outdid yourself with this excellent poem! Well Done.

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good words d a, your heart will be there for us all to treasure.

      Andy

    • Suresh

      Soulful words so artfully strewn together - must be placed in the higher echelons of poetry and poets



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