L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

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 August 30, 2022 at 9:38 AM A sad awakening...to mourn the morn. This touches my heart softly and sorely Milt. Thanks for sharing, Linda L Milton Hankins August 30, 2022 at 12:41 PM Thanks so much for your thoughtful, concerned comment, Linda. I really appreciated it.

Kim Rodrigues August 29, 2022 at 3:47 PM We sleep, wake up in the morning to mourn a loved one. I feel this! L Milton Hankins August 29, 2022 at 5:37 PM Thanks, Kim. I appreciate your comment.

Jenna Logan August 29, 2022 at 3:50 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 August 29, 2022 at 5:38 PM I believe that is true because, from time to time, I have experienced it. Jenna Logan August 29, 2022 at 7:54 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 August 29, 2022 at 7:47 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 August 29, 2022 at 1:46 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 August 29, 2022 at 7:48 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 August 29, 2022 at 1:29 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 August 29, 2022 at 7:48 AM Thank you, Michael. An interesting piece, to be sure.

Caren Krutsinger August 28, 2022 at 10:28 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 August 29, 2022 at 7:49 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.