Still The Morning Light

Published in "Oppussum Holler Tarot" June 2006 Published also in "Poetry Canada" October 2006

I hear the whispered knocking of the
pre-dawn wind as it strives to curve
around the house. So subtle it seems
like a distant memory that was shoved
back into my mind.

With coffee cup in hand I turn inwards
to re-connect to the dripping blood
that flows within my veins. I am a
forgotten moment of dissent washed
away in a stream of dropping pretence.

I used to wonder why I felt so alone
in the company of friends. My words
a carefully studied indifference that
masked the naked need I resented.
Suspecting that I am only as alone as
I allow myself to be.

Still the morning light

will find me questioning the situations
of the coming day. And though I age
with indifference I am different from
the boy I used to be. That shadows of
past illustrates the foundation of
today
which I
shall accept as my perspective
as I refuse to grieve for faces lost
along the way. Tears may flow,
and surely they have been here before;
but I shall suppress them and hate
the weakness they represent. I understand

only that I am victim to no-one but
myself. A breath in and a breath out,
and yet still I cannot find the courage to
confess the tinge of emptiness that should
be wiped away from my mind. Gently I
allow the pre-dawn world to wrap itself
around the tissue paper of my convictions.

I am strong, but the weakness within
will be my undoing.

Reviews

[realmwriter]

Without question one of the best poems I have ever had the pleasure of reading! Fantastic, Bravo, and Brother, I feel you!

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Amen and Bravo... What a perfect write. Now I will get it tattooed on my brain. xoxo

[ButterflyWonderland]

Amazing write. Your word choise is brilliant.

[kdpgrahi]

Recognizing the weakness is the first duty of a good personality. Well done my friend though it is in open verse the flow is right.

[joshua deathdealer]

I'm very drawn to this write. I love it. Excellent work.

[Branch Isole]

Self-deprecation at its finest.

[Emily Burns]

we find ourselves a place apart
behind light words that tease and flout
but, oh, the agitated heart
til someone find us really out

tis pity if the case require
or so we say, that in the end,
we speak the literal to inspire
the understanding of a friend

but, so with all from babes that play
at hide and seek to God afar
that all who hide too well away
must speak and tell us where they are
--Robert Frost

when I was young, I found myself too often alone in groups of happy kids. somehow I learned that making a poem my own, being able to pick it out of my brain and entertain myself with it, well, it didn't make me less lonely, but it gave me something to hold onto when my world got so narrow.

[Kenneth S.]

Thoughts of a deep thinker as they have their coffee. Very good indeed.

[storiestotell]

You know, this poem is so relateable! it arises so many questions. Great job!

[Coyote Poetry]

A strong poem that open the doors to many questions. Sometime hard to figure who we are and what we want. The last line is fact.
"I am strong, but the weakness within
will be my undoing."
We can't allow weakness to take control of a life. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote