Darkness dislodges with
.....................sweeping of dawn.
Crystals of clarity form
...................... without sound.
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up up and away even the birds can fly as high as Fay. I love the poem.. n the form.
a new fight everday a struggle each moment a morning god sent the blissful ray turning in gold the plinth gray wow what a poem.......keep it up
Out of the darkness, the wee hours of morn a glimmer of grey heralds a new dawn slowly nights cloak is fading away the shadows of night, have now come out to play
This is a glorious mood piece, Fay. Your phrasing and imagery is superb and captures the moment so well.
After reading your poem, i wish every morning to be as poetical as this poem, fay!
Very poetic for the break of day, Fay.. Cornwalls beauty gets you that way :) Andy 10
Lovely! I lived in Cornwall and know how inspiring it's beauty is. My memories came gushing back as i read this piece. Thanks for stirring my memories.
Brilliant imagery Fay...I feel every moment of that break of dawn.....
Evocative and distinctive, this tribute to dawn is delightfully uncluttered. I particularly liked: 'Night now is bound and captured ............................ by morning.' and 'Daylight reshapes every shadow .......................... of night.' An inspiring poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥