Saturday 9 August 2014

At Dawn





Photo credits-Genebrooks.blogspot.com

What ended with a whimper 
 begins with a yawn
 At Dawn


 Toil sweat and faith
 Watches lines of fate, drawn and redrawn.
 At dawn.


 Night of dispair ends.
 Another glory gone.
 At dawn.

 A dream is dead
 A hope is born.
 At dawn.










16 comments:

  1. i love how dawn carries new hope no matter what happened the day, the night before... so much newness in those first rays of light

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  2. This poem is so relaxing, slightly dipped in melancholy. An acoustic melody should be added to this. :)

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  3. sometimes at dawn we see things so differently as the night before.

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  4. always a ray of hope & freshness...

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  5. Dawn is that horizon were dreams meet reality...

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  6. "What ended with a whimper begins with a yawn At Dawn..."
    Don't let Mrs N see that!

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  7. Sunrises bring so many new things with them... a good sleep refreshes us... beautifully spoken!

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  8. I think we need to drag the dream out into the daylight and make it work for its living.

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  9. There is nothing so enervating, stimulating even, as dawn. Another chance, another beginning, a clean slate.

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  10. that last bit is interesting...that a dream will end so that hope can arise in a new day....one of the conundrums of life....

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  11. Nice. The last lines are so full of hope.

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  12. A wonderful way to welcome the day. Or in my case get ready for the night. Remembering that tomorrow is a new dawn, a new hope.

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  13. Dawn alwas give us new hope, new vision and clarity. x

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