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Before the Dawn

by Tony Whitaker

i rejoice in the hours
before the dawn
while most
are still in bed

my mind races
with imagination
and transcends
visions and voices
in my head

a quiet stillness
settles over the land
in the mist
of the waning night
before the cock crows
its bellicose prose
as the mourning dove
coos for lost love

i bathe in this passion
for these words
i ponder
such imagery
fills me with wonder
seeing the dawn break
i must finish this verse
before night
befalls black
to orange red
and the night
with dawnÂ’s light
is bled


Author's Note: A major rewrite of my first poem submitted to pathetic.org

Posted on 11/11/2007
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/24/07 at 07:11 PM

Very evocative, the pairing of the poet's moment and the breaking dawn. Good rewrite.

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