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Tearful Dawn by ~faerie9:iconfaerie9:

Categories Literature > Poetry > Human Nature > Open


The glowing orb breaks its night-time shell
On the teeth-like mountains and
Pours over the world below.

From my perch I watch as the
Light spreads. Glistening arms reach out
And tentatively brush the leaves dancing above me.
As its confidence grows,
The golden ball escapes its jagged prison,
Soaring into its zenith,
As Chronos paces his pertetual path forwards.

Can that old man advance my heart thus,
To fluctuate between captive pain and unsuffocating freedom?
Can he ease the numbness inside?
Will the future hold joy again?

I remain, immovable, as cold stone.
My eyes rest on the stone below me,
Under the spreading boughs where I sit,
That reach like loving arms over you in protection.

Yet, unlike my heart, you are not trapped in stone.
Though your graven name be weatherbeaten and worn,
You are free, shining, dancing with the sun.
Rather, it is you who watch over me,
till my time be done.

~ Jenni 11/09/1997
©2006-2009 ~faerie9
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Author's Comments

I wrote this over eight years ago now. I know I was not truly upset when I wrote it.

However the inspiration for this poem is Katherine. Katherine was my half sister who was still born. I think she would be 11 years older than me. 1997 was the first year my dad took me to see her grave, which sits under a tree in the graveyard of a church in Abbots Langley. I believe I wrote this two days later.
In my wierd, angsty teenage girl way, Katherine almost became my imaginary friend for a while.
This poem was an extension of my visit to her, and a development of a scene I could picture.

I really like this poem, I think its actually a poem as opposed to my usual collection of words on a page.

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~Eclecticness Feb 20, 2006, 12:01:16 PM
Oh my gosh, I love this soo much! Words cant even describe it! My favourite stanza is the last. This is going in my favourites for sure! :+fav:
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~faerie9 Feb 20, 2006, 12:11:18 PM
Wow, thank you so much!
I am honoured :)
:hug:
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~TheGeck0 Feb 20, 2006, 3:47:12 PM
Awww hun, this is great, especially now I know the story behind it, it's so emotive and deep and I love it. I understand that you may not have been sad when you wrote this, because I am like that myself. I guess it was a state of melancholly, thinking about how her life has been lost and how much you would have wanted her in your life for real and not just as an imaginary personification. It is certainly a strong piece for someone so young at that time, most poetry develops over the years, you've pinned this down very early on, well done! Never give up with your writing. You have talent and you deserve to be successful with it, in whatever capacity.

Poetry is an extension of ones inner-self, an expression of true feelings that normal words cannot bring to the fore. It is also and artform, a lot of stories can be told in so few lines, that is the great thing about this artform.

Plus it brings out maturity in the writer also and that is always a good thing. It helps people get through life.

Well done Jenni.

James xXx and hugs.

--
Life is a labyrinth of limited time.
Timor mortis conturbat me.

"Maybe I should de-louse this place,
maybe I should de-place this louse,
maybe I'll maybe my life away
in the confines of this silent house."

A Louse Is Not A Home - Peter Hammill
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