A South African Dawn
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By InspiredWriter
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The morning yawns,
Splits its lip,
Split open like a peach
and bleeds colour
Onto the slate of
metallic sky.
I stand and watch,
Sense the oh-so-familiar
Twinging ache of
the last remnants of slumber.
A premonition, a taster
Of the oncoming arthritis.
A bitter lemon yellow,
Seeps into the corners
of a gaping sky.
A sour faced squint
Against the unwanted flavour.
Admission that the night
- and sleep -
Have finally disappeared.
Soft, powdered cheeks
Are flushed pink.
Time pushes on,
Presses it's thumbs into
Sagging, weary eyeballs -
"The show must go on".
My mind sinks back,
Low into the chair,
Deep into my head -
Where these memories rest,
Dormant and glazed with dust.
A morning, just like this,
Saturated with the sweetness
Of last night's alcohol.
The lightest fur on our tongues
A wordless acid on our breath...
Yet we would still kiss
So encapsulated were we,
In the ecstasy of the dawn.
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What an opening. I think
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I too love the opening - but
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What a poem! So many images
What a poem! So many images in such beautiful words... you have a powerful hand.
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