WHEN DAWN BREAKS
I sit by my front door
open to the coming morning
and the silence of the dawn
soothes my troubled soul.
I wallow in my own mystery
alone in this semi-darkness
until daylight strikes
to reveal the world that
has isolated me from itself
and all joys of living.
Comments
Joe
Once again you have created a soul full crystalline poem.
Regards and best wishes,
you speakthough unknowingly not
but the whole truth
we endeavour to raise your morale
may more such versions of life
immortalize you
I'm dreafully sorry I have not visited lately.
Between workshops and life it's hard to find the time to just read.
This one is up to your usual standards.
I always appreciated your
I always appreciated your comments, I understand, I am not much of a comments writer. Difficult to control key board==Parkinson's suddenly "turned on me". But I enjoy NEO so much. The quality of poetry is outstanding....and I read everything.
Mille grazie, Wes
Joe
A great piece though sadness seems to rise before the sun.
Hold in there young soul, the dawn will be a beautiful one, Yours, Ian.T
Love this, bro
Good job.
Alid