Acquainted with the dawn
I have become acquainted with the dawn.
I have observed the evening as it fell.
I closed the careless curtain that had drawn
the charcoal-shaded cityscapes of hell.
I have indwelt a ditch a fathom deep.
I have withdrawn within a concrete shell.
I have grown late to rise and late to sleep.
I have cajoled the air on bended knee
and filled a lack of hunger lest I weep.
I have abandoned hope again, to see
my own cadaver naked and reborn.
Against the sky, the outline of a tree.
One drowsy-lidded daisy on the lawn.
I have become acquainted with the dawn.
Ann Foxglove
Thu 8th Mar 2012 18:34
Still my kind of poem - even if I can't tell a trochee from an iam (I thought Iams was cat food - only jokin')