Friday, March 4, 2016

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DAWN AND QUIET
Loud, the voices of men, in the quiet street,
And early morning noises from garbage trucks;
Workers risen so diligently, on their feet,
Clear the way for another day;
That ritual commotion in the quiet street,
Announce the return, from the realm of sleep;
Yet, still not heard, a birdie’s tweet;
Day in, day out, there will be rubbish;
The tropical air, cool, will greet,
Those coming in from the night,
Conscious, to early risers in the quiet street.
DAWN AND QUIET © gillena cox 2016

Written for Kerry's prompt at
Kerry Says ~ Let's Count on Our Fingers & Toes
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Challenged to post a poem on the theme of 'Numbers and/or Numerology'
I choose to dwell on the number Eleven.
DAWN AND QUIET is a poem of 11 lines written in the form called The FOLD which i created in an experimental online exercise in 2007.

8 comments:

  1. This reads as a wonderful morning song. I like the way you included the number 11 into the number of lines.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kerry

      Much love...

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  2. The scene of those garbage trucks in the early morning is a great one... Somehow they are just there, so much happens at dawn.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Bjorn

      Much love...

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  3. Wonderful - loved the '11' hidden in your words.

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Buddah

      Much love...

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  4. ...the morning stirrings... Nice.

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    1. Happy you dropped by Margaret

      Much love...

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