NEW DAWN
yes, love is a shadow
a tattered tassel
hanging
frayed
in the wind
but, every morn’
the sunrise offers you
a bouquet of orange
for you to interpret
as you choose
will you board
up your heart
hold the line
in silent darkness
or
that still beats
in your chest
and dance to
the
that pump music
through your soul?
yes, love is a shadow
but light filters
back in
when you honor
the signs at work
in each new dawn
CC photo
Sherry: I love the honoring of the signs in each new dawn. A wonderfully hopeful message, C.C.
C.C.:
Sylvia Plath is one of my favorite poets. Her words always
strike me with such force that I often feel emotionally compelled by
them. When
I read, "Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these
are
its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse" I felt compelled by sadness,
thinking of someone who gives up on life when Love gallops away. I had
this
image of someone boarding up her heart in silent darkness and beating
her
chest, lying and crying alone forever.
What a shame! There is too much beauty offered up to us each day. Live for it. Stay open to it. Embrace it. It's there for the taking for all of us. So, I was inspired to write about the choice that each new dawn offers every single one of us, no matter what hoofbeats echo in the grief and shadows of the darkest corners of loss in our lives.
Sherry: I love the idea of those hoofbeats of grief. I think we all have heard them a time or two. Thank you for this, C.C., and for the lovely photos of that new dawn. I always think how wonderful it is that, no matter what is happening in our lives, the new dawn comes up each morning, giving us a brand new day in which to begin again. Morning is one of God's best ideas, I think.
Kathleen enchanted me, with her recent lines about Dusk, a charming fellow, presented in this poem as I have not seen him before. Let's read
What a shame! There is too much beauty offered up to us each day. Live for it. Stay open to it. Embrace it. It's there for the taking for all of us. So, I was inspired to write about the choice that each new dawn offers every single one of us, no matter what hoofbeats echo in the grief and shadows of the darkest corners of loss in our lives.
Sherry: I love the idea of those hoofbeats of grief. I think we all have heard them a time or two. Thank you for this, C.C., and for the lovely photos of that new dawn. I always think how wonderful it is that, no matter what is happening in our lives, the new dawn comes up each morning, giving us a brand new day in which to begin again. Morning is one of God's best ideas, I think.
Kathleen enchanted me, with her recent lines about Dusk, a charming fellow, presented in this poem as I have not seen him before. Let's read
