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Aubade

AUBADE


The world sits silent round the Eastern stair,
The sky grows lovely - lucid now - and calm, 
While soft fed wisps of heav`n-released air
Caress my lifted brow like soothing balm.

 

The tardy pennants of the night`s dark cloud
Stream from the sinking rearward of the mass,
Laggard frags of midnight`s mourning shroud
Withdrawing slowly down the Western pass.

 

Now, as our planet`s gently curving sphere
Bows to the grace of resurrecting day,
The sheer blessedness of being here
Bids all my being bend its knee and pray.
 

◄ Why has everyone gone quiet?

With friends like this who needs............? ►

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Harry O'Neill

Sun 8th Oct 2017 17:01

Another (unavoidably) belated thanks to all.

Cynthia,
Thanks for the typos (I always fall for that it`s). I also changed it a bit. I`d say this was the final version...if
I wasn`t such a liar ?...(it`s that middle stanza). Cynthia, I think your poems and your comments are a great help to this site, long may you keep them up.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 30th Sep 2017 17:07

Harry, make a quick check for a couple of typo's in the final stanza. You were probably dashing the deadline:

'blessed' - such a beautiful word. They are all 'beautiful words' in this poem.

and

'its knee' without an apostrophe, just because it is a page poem and you're a great writer with a fine reputation.

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Kim Whysall-Hammond

Fri 29th Sep 2017 18:29

Lovely poem!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 29th Sep 2017 10:48

I really like the final stanza.

Shucks! I completely forgot the Poetry Day!

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 29th Sep 2017 00:02

Phew!

Final version...just in time for National Poetry day!

....(Thanks God)

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