I’m so thankful for these prompts, this is such a gift you are sharing. I absolutely loved your poem this morning.. the loving mother waking us from sleep.
I love Kaitlin's idea that poetry can be/is a prayerful and sacred practice - and in this vein, this poem is such a beautiful supplication! Thank you for sharing with us kate 💜
I like this Nicole. Your poetry really touches me and brings me hope. “Whispers of possibilities” @wiped clear the state of our collective mind” and so many lines forming a cohesive and beautiful song so full of poetic brilliance’
Claire, this is such a sweet poem. It does sing with its lovely cadence. “Creation dings/full of promise/and hope. I am deeply moved by that. And, reading those lines in your beautiful poem, I know they are true.
Ditto again! I wish for that button every morning! You have so beautifully captured my own feelings about dawn, Katie. (Although it’s coffee and a dog for me!)
Katie, this is beautiful. @Fawn is an invitation” is a remarkable first line, and serves to invite me into the poem with you “where/the world is at peace/under a peach blue sky”. What fascinating and lively imagery. Thank you for your invitation to read!
Kaitlin, I love this prompt, and all your prompts! Dawn is so special, having just come the imagined and metaphorical dawn of Easter and all that may entail, and loving the dawn time when all seems right again. I smiled and laughed at your poetic description of trying to rouse your son, and said “yes!” Our youngest, too, could be a challenge to bring to the day and it stretched our creativity, especially on school days. And your shift into the beauty of the dawn of a new day brings me hope that we will emerge into a new dawn that is brighter the shadows of our current nightfall as a nation.
how could I even begin to praise you, you
who softly pulls me out of bed each day,
dear gatherer of dreams, gentle usher,
returning what we were sure
was lost. you arrive whispering
of birdsong, gifts of morning star,
illuminating secret mist
in mountain arms.
tell me, life bringer, is there even a word
for this slow blazing, this impossible door
opening to light?
it might be hope. more likely,
a miracle.
Secret mist in mountain
arms 😭😭🥹🥹 that’s so beautiful
I’m so thankful for these prompts, this is such a gift you are sharing. I absolutely loved your poem this morning.. the loving mother waking us from sleep.
I love Kaitlin's idea that poetry can be/is a prayerful and sacred practice - and in this vein, this poem is such a beautiful supplication! Thank you for sharing with us kate 💜
I LOVE the word supplication
Me too!!
Beautiful! Love the imagery.
the gentle usher, whispering of birdsong - I am picturing her, Dawn
I love the phrasing of "this impossible door." Gorgeous poem!
"returning what we were sure / was lost."
Kate, this is so gorgeous! I read it out loud twice to feel it even more ❤️
I’m so happy you’re here, I am in love with your poetry!! I
And i’m in love with yours! 🥰
Everything you write is so sensual, I can feel it on my skin. The secret mist.
This is so beautiful, Kate. Your lively poem took me to a higher and brighter place. Thank you.
Dawn has never met sunset,
nor even the rumor of it.
Dawn is the advent
of potential and expectation,
the chalkboard of all that is new.
Birthed by silence and light,
it elicits birdsong, critter dance,
creatures emerging from
caverns and nests, to welcome whatever will happen next.
My part is to be still,
and to present my offering
of awe and gratitude
on the altar of presence.
So gorgeous! Thank you!
thank you for responding. I often wonder if I am but hurling words into the void.
“nor even the rumor of it,” this made me smile with delight 🥹
Thanks! Delight courtesy of Dwight.
Keep it coming 😅💘
Love those first two lines!! I like the chalkboard image too, full of possibilities.
Thank you, Meghan!
Beautiful. Thank you!
That opening line is gorgeous, thank you for that
Thank you for thanking.
Dwight, I love this so much! Full heart and body resonance ❤️
Thank you, Katie!
‘Birthed by silence and light’
Beautiful! I really felt this.
Thank you, Kai.
A new thought
A fresh page
Turning, turning of the world
Wiped clear the slate of our collective mind
Sprinkles fresh inspirations
Whispers of possibility
A day untainted
By harms, haunts or hurry
A moment
To
Pause
A breathe in with the possibility of
Again.
We are here.
the day untainted is the beauty of dawn. Thank you for this!
I love the rhythm of "a fresh page" and "clear the slate." Thank you for this.
Thank you Christian.
I like this Nicole. Your poetry really touches me and brings me hope. “Whispers of possibilities” @wiped clear the state of our collective mind” and so many lines forming a cohesive and beautiful song so full of poetic brilliance’
Oh I love this, Nicole. Beautiful.
Thank you so much Kai Meredith 🫶🏼
The day is breaking,
cracking open like my heart,
like the tree that fell in my back yard,
making a way for everything that follows.
Beautiful ❤️ I love the way breaking and cracking become an opening
Lovely images!
“The day is breaking, cracking open like my heart.” That is almost wonderful beginning, blending beautifully with your ending.
Dawn
My favourite time of day
The gentleness
And stillness
As the world slowly wakes
As the light returns
Creation sings
Full of promise
And hope
A chance to start again, again
The unfolding.
the unfolding of promise, love this!
This poem sings. Thank you.
I love the word gentleness here, and also unfolding. <3
Claire, this is such a sweet poem. It does sing with its lovely cadence. “Creation dings/full of promise/and hope. I am deeply moved by that. And, reading those lines in your beautiful poem, I know they are true.
I stepped gingerly into the arena.
The darkness made me gasp.
But I was determined to find my seat.
I stumbled and cut my knee as I fell. With blood trickling down my leg, I carried on.
And when I found my spot, sinking into its warm embrace, I knew I was home.
Very nice, Trish! Welcome home!
Dawn is an invitation
I say yes to
over and over
I wish I could stay
in her softness, where
the world is at peace
under a peach-blue sky
Give me just a few more minutes
a button not to snooze
but to extend this
waking
Birdsong and tea
my breath deepening
the cat stretching
the light reaching
to welcome us into
a new day
Not to snooze but to extend this waking 💔 oh my goodness. this tender praise.
Ditto.
“… a button not to snooze but to extend this waking…” YES!
deepening...stretching...reaching...into the new day!
Yes, yes, yes to "a button not to snooze but to extend this waking."
Ditto again! I wish for that button every morning! You have so beautifully captured my own feelings about dawn, Katie. (Although it’s coffee and a dog for me!)
I tried to fit my dog in the poem, but she always goes back to sleep until I've finished my tea 😊
Katie, this is beautiful. @Fawn is an invitation” is a remarkable first line, and serves to invite me into the poem with you “where/the world is at peace/under a peach blue sky”. What fascinating and lively imagery. Thank you for your invitation to read!
Perambulation
I've developed the habit
of greeting the dawn
while walking the streets of my neighborhood.
Stepping out in the dark,
It's the birds,
the flowers,
the trees and me.
They seem to understand my journey
In a deeply molecular way.
I love “in a deeply molecular way!” Nice work!
Even when i want
a little bit more darkness
Dawn shows up. How rude.
.
.
.
.
.
(words wandered in after my sister did not wake up feb 11)
What a sweet, tender poem, Chuck. I am very sorry about your sister. Prayers and peace are with you. 🙏🏻
Sending love to you in your grief, Chuck.
It dawned on me the other day
That I can change the script.
The words are mine to write.
Letters, syllables, words
All used before in other ways
Are mine to hold in this array.
It dawned on me when I sat still
that I can shift the ending
To my beginning
That brings my pieces into alignment
Change the arrangement
Of gutturals and fricatives
Till it sounds just right.
It dawned on me when I read the news
That words unordered into chaos
Can be reformed into a poem
That tells of wild gerania
Along the rocky path
That lift their heads
To kiss the dewdrops of dawn.
This is sweet, Margaret! Shifting “the ending to your beginning” is brilliant. Thank you for such a beautiful and hopeful poem!
Thank you, Larry!
Dawn - A Mind Map
Dawn
Dawning
Dawned
It dawned on me
"By the dawning's new light"
Waiting for the dawn
Dark before the dawn
"And the darkest hour is just before the dawn"
"The night and the day are both alike"
"In Him there is no darkness at all"
"And there will be no more night"
This is so very lovely and creative, Karen!
Thanks, Larry.
Really loving the queitude and intentionality this practice is bringing to my days thus far 💜
Sacred Bear
I sense you there -
Wisdom in the dark.
Dawn is come,
And for some
Wisdom it does spark.
But for me
I feel - I see -
I must rest here longer.
Sacred Bear
Models care;
I'll wait 'til I am stronger.
Sacred bear I sense you there 💔
I love the rhythm of this!
Thank you Margaret ☺️
This feels so tender. I love "I must rest here longer." Thank you for sharing.
Tender is right Christian 💜
Yessss, I love the invitation to rest longer. Lovely.
Such an important one to tune into, right Meghan? 💜
Sarah, this is so much fun and so attuned to the rhythms of our spirits and bodies. I love the notion of a sacred bear!
Me too Larry!
As dawn quietly unfolds,
the air shimmers
with wispy tendrils
of mist.
The sky lightens slowly
hampered by dull gray clouds.
Hovering in the mist are birds
calling to each other
over the forest tree tops,
Chip, chip cheeri-oo
Chip, chip cheeri-oo.
A baby cries,
a mother wakens,
Another day has begun.
This is so sweet and hopeful, Nancy! Thank you!
Kaitlin, I love this prompt, and all your prompts! Dawn is so special, having just come the imagined and metaphorical dawn of Easter and all that may entail, and loving the dawn time when all seems right again. I smiled and laughed at your poetic description of trying to rouse your son, and said “yes!” Our youngest, too, could be a challenge to bring to the day and it stretched our creativity, especially on school days. And your shift into the beauty of the dawn of a new day brings me hope that we will emerge into a new dawn that is brighter the shadows of our current nightfall as a nation.
Dawn
Through branches, soft light
Appoints a new beginning;
Watch the bees take flight.
The dawning of anything
Is bright and new,
Hopeful and open,
Yielding the fruit
Of anticipation…
Where might this dawning lead?
🥹🥲🙏 where might this dawning lead… this gives me chills in the best way.
Very nice, Korie! I like your question : “where might this dawning lead?” Let us know where it leads you!