From Dawn Will Break (2002)
Hollow, chimes pile webs across the
grasses, flowers, or weeks, or in-between them,
and sifted silence mounts the cobbled sky.
Darkness weighs the vapors on the hillside,
drawn down bitter black between the stars.
Choosing, chosen, falling to ascend,
widened arms in grayed-up mist,
widened eyes in grayed-up mist,
Dawn will break the blackened canvas:
shallow luminosity I’ll take
and not the pressing darkness.
Composed April and May 2002 by Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Included in Feezell’s poetry collection Dawn Will Break (2002)
Dedicated to the Public Domain (CC0 1.0) 2024
Image: Yellow Arnica Flowers Sunrise (DSC07253)
poetry, Dawn Will Break (2002)
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