Open Poetry #12 |
At Dawn |
Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
At dawn, Thadeus with sleep still heavy on his eyes, arose, at sound of birds first sing, not yet awake, in fog of his surroundings, as empty winds outside glass pane, through leafless boughs in melancholy sang. It had become, begin of yet another day, an imperceptible bump, one cannot climb, no matter what you speak or do, will confound you, Thadeus, in sockless feet, stood before the shuttered window, whil'st last vestiges of cloudless night enshrouded western sky. [This message has been edited by Mike (edited 03-17-2001).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Oh my goodness, Mike...this is beautiful..I love the form...great poem! |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
It's like a quiet interlude just before the dawn...lovely. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mike~ 'not yet awake, in fog of his surroundings' *smiling* gently at the imagery~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Much here to digest, I believe. You have symbolized confinement and routine on several layers. Nice, this metaphorical free verse. It is interesting to see what we can do away from the creative confines of rhyme and meter, though always my first love. I'm glad you posted this one ~ thanks for it. (o: Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
New concept...new format....same amazing poetry...same effect...Mike no matter how you weave it....it's still amazing!! You draw a picture with your poetry and the vision is so very clear...thank you for weaving like you do~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
'Tho, sweet poet you wrote in dark know your visions envisioned dawn's hark and as Thadeus bumped about I heard from him a little shout of glee for me he said "Mike wrote!" |
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