Dawn comes with a
quiet cracking
of darkness,
a silent shattering
of night,
a thin line of clarity,
a whispered light, memory of pearl,
slick fish flicker of fire,
breaking open, breaking out,
breaking through.
somewhere behind the trees.
Wait. The sky will burn.
And here is my second one. No filters. DVerse is on fire tonight.
I love the inclusion of sounds to your dawn… and then the fire… exactly like this it is.
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Delicious images portrayed..I love the thin line of clarity..something we are much in need of right now.
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There’s some tasty alliteration in this poem!
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Love the ending.
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I liked the ominous warning that the sky will burn at the end.
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I love all the sound effects, Sarah! And a red sky in the morning is a warning…
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Oh I love this….I can see dawn unfolding before my eyes here. I’ve watched so many dawns…and this is it! Well done!🌞
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Ooh, that’s vivid and exciting.
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Like Kim, I enjoyed your noisy dawn breaking.
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Your dawn does not come quietly. The loudness means we shall wake at all costs. Wonderous.
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This is so visceral, experienced with all the senses! My favorite way to read a poem. Lovely!
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Thank you!
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Fantastic, Sarah! No quiet dawn here!
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