As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.
Velvet murmur hue
intuits bright peep day clue
yet dark sky sports smirk!!
Sly sombre omen,
magpie in mute throat a ruse,
connivance in jest!!
Rain coat, brolly, cap,
light shower from downcast vault,
or oddball dry spell!!
In days when storms do seem to overwhelm me,
And nights when darkness feels too heavy;
The moments when day breaks seem too foggy,
And my eyes cannot see the joy said to come in the morning—
Thou art my Comforter.
In phases when the enemies do surround me,
And it seems that their weapons are prospering;
Moments when the enemies' agenda seems to prevail,
And my heart doth lose its hope to hail—
Thou, O Lord, art a Shield for me.
Thou, O Lord, art my Glory;
With Thee in my boat, in a boisterous storm, I have victory.
Thou upholdest me with Thy right hand—like a champion I am;
I have won against the enemy, for he trembleth at the mention of Thy name.
The sun’s pure light rebukes my dark despair,
reminding me another day is near.
As I deeply breathe in God's fresh air
I meditate on things that I hold dear--
Sunrise on a hill.
Music's melodies.
Family and friends.
Thoughts that make me smile.
The rising sun affords renewal's gift;
another chance to think, to love, to dream;
for just beyond the shadows of my mind
the sun’s pure light rebukes my dark despair.
I watched the moon at zenith height
admiring the gracefulness of her glow
Darkness lingered in stygian shadows
before Dawn awakened the sleeping sun
Another daybreak, and I am still awake
The meek, brave Daybreak is an unutterable dove
Serene dawn smiles with vibrant glow
welcoming blest hope that smites woe...
radiance dispels night's gloom
greeting morn dew midst God's warmth
now pervading along peace
as grace* wakes to reign.
*1 Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you."
October 8, 2025
3rd place, "MAKE IT TWO, PLEASE" Verse Poetry Writing Contest: A Poem combining Couplet and Dodoitsu poetry forms
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 10/8/2025
(My first attempt at writing a Villanelle)
Earth has woken up from under the blanket of gloom.
Sun has emerged beaming garishly bright.
Bees buzz around fragrant flowers that bloom.
Early morn looks fresh and beautiful as a bloom
Between the twilight glare and the golden light,
Earth has woken up from under the blanket of gloom.
Joggers are out for their routine walk to groom.
Inhaling fresh morning air, for them, is sheer delight.
Bees buzz around fragrant flowers that bloom.
With sunrise, shadows have begun to zoom
The roads lie vacant in still lingering twilight.
Earth has woken up from under the blanket of gloom.
Women are not yet out to sweep the yard with their broom
Which the rustic folk religiously undertake as a routine rite.
Bees buzz around fragrant flowers that bloom.
As the day advances, all sundry activities will resume.
The quiet will cease and business will throw back in full might.
Earth has woken up from under the blanket of gloom.
Bees buzz around fragrant flowers that bloom.
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All is watching black velvet night,
A smile wide with the gift of light.
Rekindling the golds of dawn.
A yawn, weaving death and the
Rebirth of shadows of hope.
SWEET scent of DAYBREAK.
Dark night, flee with your fretful wares;
free me from horrible nightmares.
Cease the torment you foment,
Go with your scary shadows—
my fragile soul gently prays.
please birth a sweet dawn.
All night, darling we were dancing,
you whispered ... I was entrancing.
We twirled beneath the bright stars,
and up heavens vast staircase;
kissing at the golden gate,
till sweet daybreak called !
Outside the trees are called
by the Autumn’s breeze.
The door isn’t perfectly shut
as the leaves seep through
the uneven cracks.
The whistling tune from
Nature’s broken karaoke
machine finds its way under
the door. Slowly the shadows
become dimmer as the morning
sun sets in and the birds begin
to chirp as the crickets causes
a ruckus enough to wake
the subconscious mind from
sleeping internally.
The couch as always hard
as a stone bruising my arms
and legs as I flail finding rest,
but consistently remains
courteous as my only true
companion who knows
me and my heart, becoming
a good friend. The bells
chime, the cars honk,
the sounds of the people
marching to and from
their next destination.
As I step outside with
my messy hair, bad breath,
blurry vision, I take a glance
and the air greets me,
another daybreak awaits.
As stars close their tired eyes
when darkness fades the day
they slip slowly out of sight
and cloud-shrouded yesterday's
no more in play
say goodbye to a watercolour sky
the rain washed away
O say can you see morning has broken
raising the curtain to curtail night
daily they do it that way before we've woken
and all the king's horses and all the king's men
by the crack of dawn’s early light
will pick up the pieces
and put sunup together again
as each sunrise creeping comes calling
over the window sill
lifting the fragments to rebuild morn
so a new tomorrow can keep crawling
'til it is newly reborn
A-scent
I-nto
R-ays
A-wakens
S-ouls
I-n
L-ight's
V-elvet
A-ura
©bfa061725
Monocrostic (Birthday of Aira B. Silva)
As I bathe in my
morning coffee,
a candle lights the
way. In a matter of
moments I'm ready
to greet the day.
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