First Light

Quiet contemplation
at the apex of the morn.
Silent immolation
precedes the sun reborn.

Ghostly mist swept away
to places on up high.
As the sword of each new day
deftly slices through the sky.

A cacophony of sound
builds to a crescendo.
And often I have found
it is time to close the window.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Love this!

There's a time early morning when one takes a gasp and smiles. 'Yay, another day, how wonderful!', Then, in spite of the luxurious snuggly feeling of warmth and contentment.. there's a grow-ing-aware-ness of.. the dawn chorus rising wrapped worm fed arrogant plumage - arghhhh!

Time for a saucepan and large wooden spoon!

[icelandicblue]

Hahaha...thank you emmajoy.

[emmajoy]

Wicked me, but good to share a smile.

Must add though: from the Wintry skeleton of a horse chestnut tree, had a beautiful song sung me by a blackbird about three hours ago. Seems solos are acceptable, it's the 'Greek chorus' that numbs the senses! :)

[Clockwork]

Like Jacob, I too admire your use of the lines "As the sword of each new day/deftly slices through the sky." Those lines provide the reader with a stunning visual about the progression of time. I was instantly reminded of a one of my father's morning rituals. He would always put a black ex through the date on the calendar when he came home from work.

Your ending is a perfect set of closing lines for this poem. The morning ritual of contemplating the day ends with the close of the window. Our speaker moves into the next phase of her life until the sunrises on the next day.

[icelandicblue]

Sorry for the delay Clockwork. Thank you for your lovely words.

[AYVID N]

The day arrives in all its vivid colors, noise, claiming supremacy over the quiet, gentle dawn. But sometimes it is too boisterous for us. Very beautifully written and much appreciated.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Divya. We can go from complete stillness to a boisterous unappreciated wake-up call. Thanks again.

[Stonz P.]

This one has a peaceful tone to it and the last lines are powerful; a wonderful perspective of dawn. The imagery was colourful. if I may say so, I could imagine such a dawn after a quiet, chilling night. It is winter and the sun is about to dawn, here in India. Could not have been a better time to read your wonderful piece.
Thank you for sharing, Ma'am.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Stonz for your lovely comment.

[Woody]

I'm partial to rhymed poems and so I loved this one. wonderful choice of words.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Woody. I like rhyme myself.

[Rene Salinas]

Oh I love this time! A time when all ends- and all may begin. The dawn of time, that time when it stiwches over from crepuscular to anti crepuscular. The slient shdows roam around, the glimeaning sparkles of re-newal they are chasing them out. As a new, day, a new dawn, needs to be created in order to re - start. Is there a thread? Yes indeed is not carte blanche. But yet it feels that something has been refreshed, slept over, re gathered and here once more we go again.

I'm feeling good.

Insipiring.

Thankyou

[icelandicblue]

Then my job here is done. I am happy you liked this one Rene. Thank you.

[Afraa]

The usage of vocabulary is very strong, and I loved your rhyming scheme.

Very surreal poetry. Well done, icelandicblue.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you very much. I am happy you enjoyed this.

[Bright Ocean Star]

I love the words you weave to enchant my brain, dear friend. This is wonderful. Large flocks of crows and blackbirds love to roost in our trees and they make the most horrific noise. Beautiful, enchanting imagery! I thoroughly enjoy reading your creations. Thank you for sharing this.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for reading and commenting. You are so kind.

[Matching Socks]

I have a lot of trees, and where there are trees, there are birds.
This reminds me of spring and summer mornings, sleeping with the window open so the breeze can flow through and then early morning those damn birds just start singing, a whole choir of them, and it's just too early. The last few lines reminded me of that. Closing that window and pulling the blinds shut.

[icelandicblue]

That was exactly what I was writing about. When those birds start at 4 AM I am not a happy person! Thanks for understanding my wry turn of phrase. ; )

[Matching Socks]

Lol!! I'm not too happy about it either. :)

[Skai Rain]

The first light is truly the most calming time of day if one manages to slow down in order to soak it all in. Great poem. Thank you for sharing.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for reading and commenting. It is nice to meet you.

[Skai Rain]

You as well