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Bittersweet Morn

Dreaded are the darkest nights inside Souls bereaving just before the dawn When new daybreak slowly appears On the horizon of a bittersweet morn, Comes the sun’s rays swift awakening Through bitter tears and restlessness To lie across a heaving landscape here Soon tossed aside to face another day, Despite the loss of joy and happiness In early morn before an alarm sounded, While I slept, she slipped quietly away And stole with her all my blissfulness, Afterward there’s nothing more to say. Written August 28, 2022

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 8/30/2022 9:38:00 AM

A sad awakening...to mourn the morn. This touches my heart softly and sorely Milt. Thanks for sharing, Linda

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/30/2022 12:41:00 PM

Thanks so much for your thoughtful, concerned comment, Linda. I really appreciated it.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 8/29/2022 3:47:00 PM

We sleep, wake up in the morning to mourn a loved one. I feel this!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/29/2022 5:37:00 PM

Thanks, Kim. I appreciate your comment.

Jenna Logan

Date: 8/29/2022 3:50:00 AM

That's not the way to begin any day. Some of your lines are sadly beautiful in which your phrasing skill is on display. In the doldrums? I hope this daybreak finds the sun shining on you, Milt.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/29/2022 5:38:00 PM

I believe that is true because, from time to time, I have experienced it.

Jenna Logan
Date: 8/29/2022 7:54:00 AM

and that is why we write... There are memories touched by things that come to mind without calling them. We write because they seem to knock on memories door, or a fantasy yet to be lived, because they take wing inside us and beg to escape.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/29/2022 7:47:00 AM

Thank you, Jenna. I cannot explain this poem, at all. It started out in one direction and took another. I thought about not posting it, but it seemed to have some meaning for me and, possibly, for someone else. No, not in the doldrums. But, Deb passed away at 4:00 am while I slept. It was interesting that this came into mind at the end of my piece.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 8/29/2022 1:46:00 AM

I feel the pain in your words Milton and know there are no real words of comfort I or anyone else can offer Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/29/2022 7:48:00 AM

Tom, see what I wrote to Jenna. I'm in very good spirits. That event happened almost four years ago, so I have moved on...slowly, but successfully. Good to hear from you.

Michael Tor

Date: 8/29/2022 1:29:00 AM

A heartfelt moment you have expressed so well with affecting imagery to relate to. Nicely done Milton. Could feel the pain in this one...

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/29/2022 7:48:00 AM

Thank you, Michael. An interesting piece, to be sure.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/28/2022 10:28:00 PM

Your imagery is pronouncedly great here "Comes the sun’s rays swift awakening Through bitter tears and restlessness To lie across a heaving landscape here"

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/29/2022 7:49:00 AM

Thank you, Caren. This piece came out of nowhere; then, I realized I was writing about some painful moments a number of years ago.