Dawn On The Thames Poem by Michael Cayley
Dawn On The Thames
The fragile ribs of mist on the morning river
have faded to transparency.
The sun has no time for dreamy eyes
or the sorrow of dew.
Brushing off the hurried farewells of commuters
with a sidelong frown,
it raises office-blocks floor by floor
with pre-stressed concrete. Early cleaners
are at it already,
attacking the recalcitrant dust of night.
The low moan of car rises from the bridges.
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4/30/2024 10:10:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem with a very strong structure. Nice sentiments and imagery. Voted 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and vote my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Regards Akmal