Wednesday, May 22, 2019

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JUST BEFORE DAWN
I awoke, but the dawn was no where to be found
Moonlight however, held sway against this fabric
Of night; gibbous and silent, observing the sound
That sleep had woven into a somnolent city cocoon
I sighed, since the dawn was no where to be found
Not knowing the fullness of this plight i stumbled
Out of bed, no qualms, to bare feet on the ground
For such is that nameless void, in-between-stage
Whereby star and moon this city had been bound
Grackle, Tanager, Kiskadee, where are your songs
I mused, but the dawn was no where to be found
© gillena cox 2019 JUST BEFORE DAWN

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20 comments:

  1. Come on lttle one, we are all tired, get back to bed and try to go to sleep.

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  2. 😊thank you for dropping by Robin

    Much🖤love

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  3. Aw...dawn is in bird throat. Let them wake up first :)

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  4. ☺indeed Sumana, tha ks for dropping by
    Much🖤love

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  5. I like those mornings where you wake up on the cusp of everything. Even before the birds begin their day. It's like all the world is your own. Quiet and peaceful and waiting for dawn.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Susan

      Much🖤love

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  6. Waiting for birdsong and morning is such a sleepy time.......before one has to Get Busy!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Sherry

      Much🖤love

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  7. Birdsong is my new alarm call, long before intended!!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Eileen

      Much🖤love

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  8. "Not knowing the fullness of this plight i stumbled
    Out of bed, no qualms . . . " OH! May we not have to enter that time for eons, if ever, may we have a false pause, a brief pause, and then may all start up again.

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  9. ☺☺☺thanks for dropping by Susan

    Much🖤love

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  10. Like the repetition of dawn was nowhere to be found.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Rajani

      Much🖤love

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  11. I’m often up when dawn is nowhere to be found, Gillena, so this poem really resonates with me. I love the moonlight holding sway ‘against this fabric of night’ and the repetition of the ‘ound’ sound, which is echoing and haunting, just like the time before the birds start to sing.

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  12. Thank you for your appreciation Kim

    Much🖤love

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  13. Thanks for dropping by Rosemary

    Much🖤love

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  14. I love that predawn morning period. I find peace in the quiet, and in the fact that nothing has happened yet to screw up my day... I like this poem Gillena

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  15. Thank you for your appreciation Rob

    Much🖤love

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