Dawn
beyond white
tinged with grey and pink
rain-washed blue
peeks through
fresh breeze dawn
punctuated by
sporadic bird calls
unwelcome sound
of city traffic
flips my mind
back
back
to a time
of innocence
when chirruping hosts
nested in
bluegums
wattles
acacias
fleeting silence
between darkness
and dawn
alive with joy
tranquil past
rarely revisited
pain of
going there
runs too deep
awakens
longing
feeds
regret
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Oh Marion, that's a gem. Love the closing lines 'awakens longing/ feeds regret'
ReplyDeleteHi Mary. Thanks for stopping by and expressing your appreciation. Those are my favourite lines too.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the privilege of visiting your site. I really thought your poem "Dawn" was great. I do identify with your poem.
ReplyDeleteBlessings of Peace.
Thanks 'Wellspring' for visiting my blog. Happy that it was a poem you could identify with. Peace to you too.
ReplyDeleteLovely piece. We all have these moments at one time or other in life.
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting and following Andy. Much appreciated. When you get to my age you shouldn't have too many regrets, but unfortunately I do...
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