Friday, March 4, 2016


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.