Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Breaking Dawn

Why does dawn
Always bring a break?
Night's ebony shell cracks
Releasing rays of light
Dashing
A delicious dream
Breaking the fast
Be slow to
Say goodbye
Hear the heartstrings
Stretch with
The thump of a trunk
There's no looking back
While the car
Waddles over
Gravel and is
Gone in
The blink, blink, blink
Of a tailight

This is offered for Alan's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot. com, to pick a word for this New Year and write about it.  For some reason "dawn" has been in my mind and the poems that I've been writing, lately.  Perhaps a subconscious push at new beginnings, or maybe just rosy skies. The last lines have been hanging around in head ever since I saw an early morning farewell, on one of my many dog walks, it was nice to finally find them a home :-) Happy New Year everyone!!

25 comments:

  1. Lovely poem. I like how the tail lights seems to echo the sky.
    We have been blessed with beautiful skies recently and I like to observe the first lights of day, day after day.

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    1. Hi Gabriella! What a lovely comment. Thank you. So happy you are having beautiful skies :-)

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  2. I like the way you evoked dawn in your poem. Dawn never lasts long enough, in my opinion. It is one of the most beautiful times of the day. And I really DO like your last three lines.

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    1. Hi Mary! I agree I love early morning. Thank you for the love of the last three lines :-)

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  3. I really like this, Sara. Good to read you again!

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    1. Hi Jennifer! Nice to see you too. Loved your poem :-)

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  4. Dawn is my favourite time of the day so your word is my favourite word too ~ Wishing you Happy New Year Sara ~

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    1. Hi Grace! It's nice to share the love of dawn. Thank you :-)

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  5. I love the dawn, the word and the reality - and the freshness of new beginnings. You made me picture that goodbye you witnessed, could just see the car waddling over the pebbles!

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    1. Hi Sherry! Wonderful to see you. Thank you for the kind words. Always happy to know the imagery worked :-)

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    1. Hi Susan! Thank you so much for noticing that. I was having fun playing with words :-)

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  7. Loved this! I could really hear the sounds unfold as the scene progressed. Even the car waddling over gravel and the blink, blink, blink of a tailight, somehow seemed to reverberate.

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    1. Hi Wendy! That is a great compliment. Thank you very much
      :-)

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  8. glad you found that pups a home....
    waddling was a cool word to use as well..ha.
    dawn, like dusk, is one of those magical times for me
    where the veil seems a bit thinner....

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    1. Hi Brian! Yes, those transitional times are magical. Thank you for the lovely words :-)

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  9. Happy New Year Sarah! I have rarely seen the dawn....am a night owl !
    Love the sound of a gravel driveway....like rain on a tin roof !

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    1. Hi Rallentanda! Night is a great time also. Great analogy about gravel, it is a fun sound Thank you for the good wishes too :-)

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  10. Well I hope the new year brings about a new dawn

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    1. Hi Suyash! Thank you for the kind wishes. So far so good :-)

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  11. Lovely idea to keep dawn and new starts as a guide for the year. I like the scene you painted as well.

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  12. I love the wonderful imagery that you have created in this, and it ties in well with the changing of time as you leave from one place to the next.

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  13. i'm a morning person and love dawn...the break you talk about...it's palpable in the most wondrous way...

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  14. Lovely, Sara -- such a poignant farewell -- very visual! :-)

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  15. I can't create a comment that stands up to your poetic words!

    Just love the your play of words, describing what we all feel but can't describe easily. It's on the tip of our tongues.

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Your words are wonderful! Thanks for popping in--I'll be over in a snap!