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before
by Carissa DeweyIt is always before dawn,
before the silky
frost leaves
his window,
before the sun
drapes his lawn
in a
clear light.
ItÂ’s always in the dusty
morning,
when lines fade into the
backdrop of his room.
When things can only be as
apparent as the morning will allow.
This is when he takes
her and
enters her,
before the morning
shadows disappear.
03/09/2008 Posted on 03/10/2008
Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 03/20/08 at 07:17 PM This poem, like most of the others in your library, is pretty special. In very few lines you've captured a precise time and setting, then draped it in such a delicate, ambiguous mood. I'm more than a little impressed with your whole library, but this poem in particular really struck me. Nice work. |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 06/20/08 at 04:52 PM "When things can only be as apparent as the morning will allow" -- terrific! A well framed dusty morning. Nice job.
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| Posted by William Brunk on 12/11/09 at 11:45 PM great build up. |
| Posted by Marcus Lane on 07/28/10 at 06:34 AM Subtle work, Clarissa. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 02/01/11 at 05:09 PM hauntingly perfect! |
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