Drowsy Treasure.
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
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. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another peek at the wonders of dawn's veils being torn by light - - - hope you enjoy.
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Good write Fay.
We know some adverts are naff though. They wake to mornings that are always sunny; it never rains; it's never dark mornings; they go off smiling to work with no coat on, as they have had a good night's sleep in a luxury bed.
The ads must have been made in Summer! Doh!
Yes you are right Orchi - adverts can be so misleading - - thanks for dropping by the read Drowsy Treasure.
'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'...
that first stanza is one of the best I have ever read - anywhere!
what a gift you choose to share dear Fay, thank you!
your choice to use 'quiescence' is my interpretation of poetic genius!
You are so generous and I thank you sincerely for this more than fine compliment on my efforts at wording the dawn -- am delighted L.B. that you found pleasure in the read of Drowsy Treasure.
Let the essence and emotion of your words awaken me each morn...... rather that that bloody alarm clock!
To be honest i rarely catch the dawn. Lockdown has broken the hair spring of my body clock and sleep falls to me these days when so ever it feels the need but.....
.... oh to waken to such poetry as you ascribe today..... it seems a dream away...... perhaps upon my next waking..... maybe
Am still chuckling at your first lines of comment D.A. - - my mind runs away with me as I try to reflect on the waking of dawn and so pleased you are hoping to catch its reality when these troubled times are behind and the spring rustles more warmth into winter's chill. Many thanks for your continued support of my postings dear friend.
Fay I will be thinking about this all day.
Ah - - -- bless you Jerry - dawn I agree is worth thinking about and occasionally getting up and out to take in its splendour - -- am so grateful you looked in to my little tribute and enjoyed the read.
Fay, if I had to choose between dawn and sunset, I would choose dawn, especially after reading your wonderful poem.
Hard to choose one of those two changes when sun rises and sets as both give a show that cannot be bested but bless you Fred for your encouraging comment on my small tribute to dawn''s glorious entrance.
Such wonderful words once more Fay, thank you for bring such treasure to me.
Andy
Love this Fay
Love the thought of reality "hooking" itself to a dreamstate as it ticks every second round my alarm clock
Thank you Great work today
OHHH! The minds struggle to let go of the dream state to the brightness of lights eventuality and the harsh reality of life it represents, could not be better phrased then by the words woven together by you.
this so deftly introduces another new day .. brimming with opportunities and sensory delights ... quite possibly my most favouritest time of day any day of the week ................................ x
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