Paper Weight

Can things truly be rectified at dawn?

I wonder this because the mind is a cloud and perhaps your soul is at your throat,

or you have just spoken with your father; or your children at dawn are jostling to push away all mental jonquils.  Your dreams are well enough,  but dawn has its fervent haze and though you rush to some dark chamber (to grab the blood of memory), the wafting coffee calls like rent; and incessant clouds can only hope to make well the host. Besides, peace was meant for the ill.

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

The Ill have no peace until death comes, and the peace is wasted on a body that lays limp without a soul.
The dawn brings hope, through the wretched pain as one struggles to reach for the rising Sun. Listening intently to the birds that sing in contentment while the other "half" of the one makes no whole, but opens the gap wider.... Shoving the hope of a new day toward the edge where she exists, still clinging but barely.
If positives could enter a mind as devastated as mine, anyone could continue through the trails of each day.
For I still exist, still clinging to the Hope that is robbed constantly through each day.
I love this piece, no matter that my mood is laden with what stabs, the ever present knife digging deep wanting my surrender to that ominous Peace. I choose chaos, life & solace in knowing my fight is automatic.

[Tara]

wow. You wrote this? This is so new for you. A completely different voice. I absolutely love it. To grab the blood of memory? whew. what a line. And I do believe things can be rectified at dawn. Dawn pulls you into her colors and instills the soul with peace.This is incredible. So interested to know where your head was at when you wrote this one. impressive.

[Perdition]

Yeah,but you're a morning person :P Thanks! AND..my head was in the oven, as it usually is at dawn.