I wake, in shifts and sudden starts, the night
when lives in worlds apart have drifted, the dawn
to watch in awe, somewhere along 
when time has warped, and slowly shifted.

I woke, to croaks of rooked alarm, the morning
sleep, disarms the dreams the night has gifted, the day
of shadows broke, and scattered long,
from dark comes light as oft predicted.

I wait, as life at earth’s edge revives, the now
when breath of dark exhales, exhausted, the light
erupts to bathe her earth, reborn,
draped in luminous cloth, rose-tinted.




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Ciaran Cunningham

Fri 7th Dec 2018 11:45

Kate G... wow, I am humbled. Thank you 😃

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Kate G

Fri 7th Dec 2018 11:22

Lyrical and simply beautiful. I've printed it for my wall at work.

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Ciaran Cunningham

Fri 7th Dec 2018 08:49

Thanks all, I appreciate the kind comments. I must upload an audio of this later, I've never recorded one of my poems before so that should be fun 😉

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Thu 6th Dec 2018 23:01

Full bodied and sumptuous writing like something just out of reach and yearned for. Great feel and style Ciaran.


Thu 6th Dec 2018 18:04

well three out of three is not too shabby mate

Good read, loved it


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Taylor Crowshaw

Thu 6th Dec 2018 06:51

Beautiful poem..💕

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