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At Dawn: alba or aubade
At dawn the mist still lingers on the lawn: the shortening shade, like Avalon, seeks wisps of cloud to linger on but soon surrenders, and is gone. At dawn the world, by inches, cracks its eyes: and in the place … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, #LewisTurco, alba, aubade, daily poems, dawn, love, morning, poetic forms
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The Sound of Her: an alba or aubade
Below the quiet hum the waking world makes as earth turns slowly sun-ward each new day, before the civil bustle starts in earnest and clutters the ear’s palette with its play, in those few silent moments, as I lay still … Continue reading
Arise, New Day
Arise, new day, your way much like the last, one footstep forward further from the past; and in your wake leave only settling dust that would try to preserve because it must, or else subside to shadows that soon fade … Continue reading
No Surprise This Morning: an alba or aubade
That morning comes again is no surprise; the laws of physics have not been withheld, nor has the motion of the planets, if those laws are merely whims, been held at bay. No vengeful demons or vain deities have paused … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, alba, aubade, destiny, inevitability, love, morning, space, wonder
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A Different Sunrise: an alba
What light may break through the scrub trees that line the well-groomed yard at dawn is thin and pale, its weight degrees less than it when it lingers on the lower depths, the southern end, below the Orleans waterline; there … Continue reading
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Tagged alba, Albert Einstein, daily poems, morning, New Orleans, poetic forms, relativity
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And Still Another: a alba or aubade
Before the first ray of morning sun comes over the muttering lips of the sleeping world (like the last soft warm breath of a restful sleep is released from the tight grasp of that little death) and there are not … Continue reading
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Tagged alba, aubade, isolation, morning, peace, poetic forms, silence
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