Ivan Donn Carswell


Cock Crow - Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

Morning cock-crow mingles with
a dingo’s trenchant wail; dawn in
breaking yawns and fakes a
clumsy smile as puffs of dirty
clouds against a drably linen sky.

Forgettably a dingy day begins its
present tense; perhaps a hint of
rain exists in coolness yet to be
expressed before the sun returns
and shames an aching metaphor.

If seeking faith in breaking dawn
then go to sleep again; there’s no
relief in knowing truth pertains to
dreams in league with hapless
views retailed by sycophants.
© 25 January 2010, I. D. Carswell

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 17, 2010


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