Notes About The Poem
The art of raising a subject without closing it
In The Dawning
You know, you just know, its that feeling in the air
the sensation that something is going to take place.
You don't know what, you don't really care what
you are on edge, waiting, still forever waiting
Then like a stupendous flash the sky momentary lightens
and darkens again leaving an image your minds eye still see's
Its as if its been burnt every detail stunningly clear and
yet you realise there's nothing really there as light returns
All appears normal you scratch your head and puzzle it
over and over you know that you and indeed the world
saw it but what did you all see. A flash of fantastical
light then dark then light returning just simple light
You could live another thousand without seeing it
yet here comes the conundrum what was it?
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