Dawn Poem by Roman Pines

Dawn



Deck it out with word-made eyes:
look how beautiful
while bringing forth the ding-dong day
and trembling as it melts
into ever-quickening light
pulsing above the army
of branches tangled in the night,
outlining wing-shaped sorrow
at blue on fire, burning, burning
more wildly and more brightly,
darting - into day’s ding-donging,
clear, as in eternity.

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Naida Nepascua Supnet 04 June 2011

your words create sounds-i like it.. is that what we call, onomatopeoia? (did i spell it right?) i always consider dawn a bridge, a connector, transition i like this poem.

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