chased
beneath blackness
of night's swollen storm
where lightening's capture
sears flesh from sinew...
witness now
talons reach
above deaths despair
as winged hope
recovers light from
darkened death pit....
whence sudden consciousness
greets morning air
as nightmare's
dream subsides
....a.k.a. rescue by alarm clock
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Author:
dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: something different from glinsel and titter this christmas
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Comments5
Finally something other than tinsel! Nice write
Thank the Lord for wake up calls, nice Xmas poem ☺
It’s a vibe of realisation
Happy for the breathe the lungs carry
Merry Christmas dear Dusk
As you know d a, that light is always there for us all.
Alarm clock? An alarm clock - blimey that is in the last century for me. LOL
Andy
Simply splendid DA .., my bag entirely sir & here’s to many more 😎👍🍷
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