Pre-Dawn Reflections

Echoes, shadow-whispers in the gray,
Before the day when night is nearly gone,
Lend prism-like perspective on my days.

Web-like, o’er the wispy willows play,
A spectral, thin array before the sun,
Echoes, shadow-whispers in the gray.

They flood my senses, jagged, on display
Penetrate, invade what I’ve become,
Lend prism-like perspective on my days.

And though some bridges burned and oft replayed,
(Regrettably) do-overs rarely come,
Echoes, shadow whispers in the gray.

I listen well to what they have to say,
The silent spring within my soul unsprung,
Lend prism-like perspective on my days.

Oh child, child of my child, take heed today,
Be taught by my example while you’re young,
Echoes, shadow-whispers in the gray,
Lend prism-like perspective on my days.

 

10 Comments on “Pre-Dawn Reflections”

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3. Very profoundly intense.

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   • Thank you.

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4. I like how you used the same line throughout, it was like a mantra.

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   • Thanks, Tara. The Villenelke form is great, for that reason.😉

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5. So beautiful, like a prayer and a sigh all at once.

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   • Thanks, Kir. If only our children and grandchildren could benefit from the wisdom of our years. But I guess they must learn life’s lessons for themselves.

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6. Interesting. So your mind is active in the pre-dawn hours. I think mine is most active when I’m trying to go to sleep. A lovely poem.

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   • Thank you…yes, mornings, before the rest of the world awakens, are the best times for quiet thought.

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