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Euphoria
It is dawn and I have awoken
to the grey becoming bronze,
familiar wash of spring blue
soaks the rolling eye of earth,
nature blinks another day
out into the horizons.
The simple delight of catching daybreak
climbs over the dampened rooftops,
mildew slates glisten with all the elegance
of functional architecture.
There is no dawn chorus
in the big city.
Our nests filled with the cavalcade
of motor car and pedestrian talk,
morning chatter of daily commutes
filled with echoes of the previous night
and the splutters of shift workers
tying up their starts and ends;
an ever reliant engine ignites
and the grim driver curses its obedience.
The sustenance of hot water
collapses into sinks, showers and coffee mugs
while millions contemplate retirement
over their bowel-conscious cereals,
and I lie on in bed,
waiting for the cattle roar
to drive the herd forward.
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Comment by: kamereon Online- 2008-09-13 21:45
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| you certainly have a knack for poetry, well structured and fluid,....there's some great lines in this piece |
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and I lie on in bed,
waiting for the cattle roar
to drive the herd forward.
haha called us working stiffs cattle ;o)~ nice |
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Comment by: mitra - 2008-07-26 05:51
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| It great being able to see what you see. Nice piece of reality. |
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Comment by: Dante - 2008-06-08 10:17
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| Great opening stanza, Colin. I got a sense of nature awakening with you. "Nature blinks another day/out into the horizons" was a great way to express how the day unfolds, effortlessly, in the country. This progression is not so effortless, in the city, as you showed in the fourth stanza. Great read from top to bottom, D. |
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Comment by: fredav - 2008-06-07 10:02
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I loved the contrast, Colin. Made me think of the seven plus years I spent up in the mountains. Sigh. I miss the smell of earth, and how cold it got when the 'ber' months came.
One suggestion, which you may discard or take:
The simple delight of catching daybreak
climb (perhaps, climbs?)
You make me yearn to go back to the mountains. Lol.
-F |
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