Alarms are sirens in the somber room before the breaking Dawn.
Where lulling sounds are surreal farces, turned waves of quaking Dawn.
Dimmed lights are wrenched by bleaching truths torqued to torture tired minds awake,
While hearts beat wobbly through the dazing brightness of this aching Dawn.
The incessant brooding surprises with its draining stamina,
Stirred up before the body finds its habit of waking Dawn.
The wait for change becomes blasé when sulking no longer renders
Morning strolls cloudy, cold—the comings and goings of shaking Dawn.
Love and Loss, inch by inch, fading with fate in no easy endings
When lives combine into satellites sunlit by heart-breaking Dawn.
Enlightened minds are not simply found in those who reason the most
As the brightest hearts know to also cherish a breath-taking Dawn.
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The Mind's Pursuit of Indefinite Intentions
PoesieA collection of poems from the haiku, sonnet, and ghazal forms written for as a foolish quest to bleed randomness into meaning and back again, just like this description you are just reading. In other words, this anthology constitutes my exercise in...
