Dawn

The soft sigh of your breath

Wakes me, turns me

Towards you

 

A tenderness stirs within.

 

Your hair cascades across the pillow

Gently,

Natural outpouring of calm.

Fragile eyelids concealing

Untold dreams.

 

Where have you been?

Where are you going?

 

Unexplored mysteries

Condensing like

Droplets of rain.

 

Outside, the sun pierces the cloud

Heralding a chorus of

Bright birdsong;

I hold you,

Steady.

 

A rock amidst the swirling

Sea of life.

 

 

This poem is from my first collection “Upon The Inward Eye”. Perhaps one shouldn’t look back at what one has written previously but being fascinated by the writing process, it is almost impossible not to. To deny what one has written would be to deny a part of one’s self.  I quite like this poem. As I read it again, the other day, something was irking me and what was irking me was the question of flow. The original poem, as published, has fifteen lines. You will see that this version has twenty-one lines. None of the content has changed but I feel with the new line-breaks, the poem has a more fluid ring to it.

Should I have altered this? Who knows? Or perhaps it is a poet’s prerogative to do what he or she wants with a poem, as long as it isn’t mangled beyond all recognition? It is not for me to say. What I do know is that poetry is a never-ending quest, a joyful quest – sprinkled with sorrow and humour – but a quest for meaning and beauty, nonetheless.

And long may the quest continue.

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