Feeling Fear in the Coming Dawn

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

– Kahlil Gibran

The Light Watchman Sounds

The caw of the light watchman sounds
The time I flee, for fear I am found
Diamond dust on the morning breeze, the soft current of my pleas
It would be my life to stay, fated to the ill ground

I do not tremble under sovereign reign
I understand suffering, I know of pain
Yet, I am no longer complete, without you, my sweet
There will be no rest, until I am with you again

Dear, with our forbidden love at stake
I ask, if my lovers heart should break
Do not mourn, for the shards will sparkle with the glory of dawn
And the beauty of this memory is left in the wake


Aubade
A love poem or song welcoming or lamenting the arrival of the dawn. The form originated in medieval France


Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal but which the reader recognizes as his own.

– Salvatore Quasimodo

I have a secret 
Hidden deep within
No one else knows
I fear
no one else cares
To know


Weekly Theme:
Forms I’ve Never Attempted
National Poetry Writing Month
(also known as NaPoWriMo)


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