The dawn that day rose
Just as the mist of the night
Subsided like a foam descending
To reveal clear water ahead
The Bees in the hive stirred about
To retrieve more honey
It was on that day that I stared into the
Mirror of luck.
Hours passed by just
As flies whizzed under a scorchy sun
The foam above the crystal water rose again
The mist of the dusk rose high above me
shattering the mirror to grits
I plunged down from a mountain
Into the depths of dreariness
It was then that I acknowledged
What I've been through
It was then that I screamed
'HEY, day! It was now that I crystallized
your power in the miror of my mind'
And thence I sat in the chair of dreariness
Waiting for the gleams of gold and silver
To shine on once more upon the mirror.
So nice is the dawn, I enjoyed the flow of words that made it remarkable.
I like the flow and metre of this poem and it is penned with maturity of thought too.... a very good first attempt and worth every one of the ten I am giving it...10 evey best wish for future writing from Fay...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'HEY, day! It was now that I crystallized your power in the miror of my mind' Lovely lines of a nice poem.