Saturday, 22 August 2009

Dawn

When Andrew wakes at Yes of day,

a spark ignites from early light

and flames alive a sunny face

with a flash of blood and fire

 

and then his first word of the day;

a small volcano simmers power

with a blink, a spurt, a warning cry;

of ‘Yes!’ this is my hour.

6 comments:

  1. You've perfectly expressed the beauty of a new day as seen through the eyes of innocence, and as such, have made me envious of those eyes. Thank you.

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  2. Another beautiful poem inspired from your beautiful muse.

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  3. lovely. thank you for sharing it. ~dakster9 from twitter

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  4. No finer poems created than those from the eyes of a child approaching another day. Another brilliant piece of poetic mastery, John.

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  5. Beautiful time to pause and capture. Delight!

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  6. A really good poem, says so much.

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