Dawn Poem by Marilyn Lott
Dawn
I love my early morning risin’
It is like a new beginning
My slate so fresh and new
Blank and non-committing
For in the early mornin’
My world is very still
Thoughts and plans unmarked
My schedule is yet to fill
I await the brilliant color
As the sun peeks at the day
Not knowing its design
Or if it will chose to stay
Or if dark clouds will spill over
And completely cover-up
The warm and gentle day
Like an over-flowing cup
So each day becomes a mystery
It’s one I look forward to
No one else can choose it
It is loyal fresh and true!
Very interesting poem.. I am impressed and feel your poetic emotion.Thank you dear friend. I request you to go through, if time permits, my poem Abort and other poems and offer your valuable opinion as well as vote for me.. God bless you. Sriranji Aratisankar kolkata, west bengal, india
yes, Marilyn...expectations and hopes arise in us with every sunrise...burn midnoon bright...fulfilled or not, set silently behind mind horizon...come up a dawn again come up hopes afresh...beautiful concept and poem presentation...10
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Dawn is beautifully delineated by you.Your hope and likeness is well revealed. I cite....I await the brilliant color As the sun peeks at the day / Not knowing its design / Or if it will chose to stay. Marvelous work.