Dawn

Dawn

Get off work

Late 

First blood of blue

Drawn on the night 

I crumble like a statue 

In unpredictable ways 

My bed my tomb 

Day breaks in my room

I can't sleep

I try 

I think of her 

I think of our boat and our children 

Author's Note

#10 from "Poems", October 10th.

Reviews

[Seyi Ojenike]

Lovely, well written. It has a feel of romance, lack of attention to time (which is what many of us do)

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem shared a time. You create place, memories and a part of a life. Thank you Cole for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Alessander]

Love the way it ends.

The other parts are rather intense, maybe even macabre (blood/night/statue/tomb)

But it ends with an almost domestic landscape...children on boats

And those tend to be the moments which pull our heartstrings most.