Making Richer.

Fay Slimm.

Making Richer.


Dawn hangs on the trees, slivers itself
floorward, breaks on sleeping acres,
turns shade to tailgates of light
over which sun snipes at shadows
before leaping over
to change moveless dreamers to doers.

Rising to seed another day, eyes need
forewarning, blindness precedes brisk
flashes of conscious surrender
to ageing which suddenly blasts sight
back to passing of time
as breath catches gasps of movement.

Waking blocked ears mistake whispers
for real but shaken the senses 
know Heaven ticks round each star
although it is fading thus making the
richer remaining moments
in which dawn still hangs on the trees.

 

 

We There.

In the land of See-Again stands
our old trysting tree.
Falling thru’ time I see the place
where my lover waits.

Wrapped in immortality’s folds
gleam priceless moments.
We there have never been parted
and youth owns our hearts.

Memory, like the muse, still plays
transmutation games.
Ageless are unmoveable dreams
where new is ceaseless.

Vision creates again love’s time
that once known will never decline.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2017 05:55
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Comments3

  • RAJ NANDY

    The photograph and the poetic words blend beautifully to paint the picture of a dream like Dawn! -Raj, New Delhi.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thank you Raj - yes dawn is an apt time for really awaking.

    • Michael Edwards

      Just beautiful - there aren't many who can use the language to such effect but you are certainly one of them - always look forward to reading your work.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Appreciative thanks for the comment Michael - - dawn is a thing of beauty to those who can see.

      • Tony36

        Wonderfully written and expressed

        • Fay Slimm.

          Ah - Tony - So pleased you found something of value in the way I tried to express what dawn means to some.

          • Tony36

            Welcome



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