Today the prompt is concrete terms to describe the abstract concept.
A Strange Dawn.
The sky is clear and the palest blue, a vibrant pastel of intensity,
Streaked with clouds and baby pink stripes as the dusk hour
Approaches and the day draws to a close.
This is the turning day, the ending day, the day of new beginnings
And saying goodbyes to the year that has made its
Presence so painfully felt, etched onto the soul
Like engraving on cut glass.
The night will fall like a velvet curtain to
Blanket the light from distant stars, and to deaden
The sounds of revelry from those who do not and
Cannot ever understand.
Tomorrow there will be a strange dawn, a new dawn,
A grey dawn, soft and unrelenting, pigeon-feathered
And dappled with silken threads.
Tomorrow is a step into the unknown future, a
Future that you are not part of, a year that you
Have never known, never breathed a single breath in,
Never shared a heartbeat with the rhythm of time.
My thanks to the McCalmans whose song 'Strange Dawn' was the inspiration for this poem about grief.
"etched onto the soul
ReplyDeleteLike engraving on cut glass." works beautifully!