Thursday, June 27, 2019

Dawn




The waters corral me, quicksand
I am slipping, and not a strand
Nor knot can lift me up, sorrow
Drowns me, beneath bed of yarrow

Then sky clears, danger pressed in cask
Darkness - just a rose with black mask
I toss away this blight, see dawn 
Casting soft light, pale pink and fawn




Port Credit, Mississauga


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight, hosted by Mish and Poetry Form, Quatrain, hosted by Frank Hubeny.   Thanks for the visit.

23 comments:

  1. Love how you painted all those colors of a dawn that bring such release...

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  2. Lovely painting of dawn - a rose with a black mask.

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  3. In simply 8 lines you were able to go from inconsolable dread to a shining new perspective on life. That takes skill. Nature is with us every step of the way. Thank goodness for dawn.

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  4. love how your wove in the colour fawn - the notion too of slipping as the sun rises

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  5. You capture the feeling of drowning that sorrow brings, and sometimes, how dawn can bring a change of heart.

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  6. Grace this is so beautiful with it's sadness that is then lifted with the dawn.

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  7. This is why I love being a morning person. A sunrise starts it off perfectly.

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  8. This is incredibly evocative, Grace!💖 You portray the feeling of sorrow and how one manages to overcome it so well!

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  9. I toss away this blight, see dawn,

    I love the image of darkness tossed.

    Lovely picture of dawn.

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  10. Yes, things look better in the morning!

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  11. Pale pink and fawn...what a beautiful description of first light.

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  12. The contrast you create is palpable and relatable. Sorrow and loss have so much power over us. Hope is such a relief.

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  13. I saw storm and then the calm that follows the storm. Lovely imagery in this!

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  14. A poignant awakening of the new day Grace, I especially love'Darkness - just a rose with black mask
    I toss away this blight, see dawn
    Casting soft light, pale pink and fawn'

    Enjoy your Summer break xxx

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  15. First stanza is intense with the claustrophobic sense of drowning in sorrow; those dreams and states are so powerless, like a child unable and unknowing and abandoned. What a relief the second stanza, lifting one's head from the wet pillow to the light. That's the hope, at least, though grief is like having sex with an 800 pound gorilla: the fun is done when the ape says so.

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    1. Brendan, I must say I am intrigued by your point of reference. hehe. Still hope remains at the bottom of the box again. These openings are ubiquitous.. Pan-door-a
      :)

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  16. Sigh. I could almost physically feel the sorrow and sadness of your first stanza, Grace. Counterbalance by closing stanza, of joy and relief of the coming dawn. Myself, I prefer the dusk, being a night owl.

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  17. I always enjoy reading your words. My favorite line of this poem is the last. "Casting soft light, pale pink and fawn" - This captures dawn for me.

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  18. I like how the dawn helps one rise from the bed of yarrow.

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  19. This is such a beautiful dawn landscape, Grace. The quicksand metaphor is so evocative, as is the lovely use of colour.

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  20. Lovely, Grace. “Pale pick and fawn.” Our sunset tonight almost matched the picture you chose. We didn’t want to go inside it was so beautiful.

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  21. Oh Grace! This is you all over, and so wonderful. You taught me sumpin! ;)
    "Fawn" noun - baby deer, that I knew
    Fawning as verb - to flatter excessively, not too nice...
    But wait... I have never seen fawn as an adjective... is it a color or a description of a baby deer hiding... both of those informed the image in that masterstroke last line but the true meaning opens it all up WONDERFULLY
    "FAWN" AS adj: joyfully, exultant, glad. it fits right in perfectly! and still evinces a quiet stillness. Also filled with the wisdom of the perspective that comes with the hope of a new morning. Thank you for this Grace.

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  22. I love the progression from sorrow to joy, from the dark of night to the light of morning. :-)

    ~Imelda

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