POETRY IS LIKE TAKING A DEEP BREATH

Friday, 20 September 2013

DAWN REVISITED




Imagine you wake up
with a second chance; the blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don’t look back,

the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits -
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours

to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You’ll never know
who’s down there, frying those eggs,
if you don’t get up and see.


Rita Dove
1952

Rita Frances Dove is an American poet and author. From 1993-1995 she served as Poet Laureate Consultant in poetry to the Library of Congress.





4 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem, kind of breathtaking.

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  2. Love this, especially having the whole sky to write on. :0)

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  3. That's wonderful Friko. Thanks for sharing it, and thanks for visiting my blog too!

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