The DawnA Poem by TomTook this photo and then wrote this when I got back from walking the dog.Walking across crepitating culm, in ethereal and crisp air. The carnelian and ochre orbicle begins it's diurnal recrudescence against the sepulchral night. It's phosphorescent light delivering the cimmerian world to vivacity and iridescence. In our vicissitude of another day, we can again, forget the eschatological trepidations of nocturnal obscurity, setting forth with brio and mirth, under the star of all our histories. © 2012 Tom |
StatsAuthorTomBarcelona, SpainAboutI am an eternal procrastinator, who has fallen from one place to another and every time landed upon the soles of my feet, albeit with a few collisions against the rock face on the way down. I am an E.. more..Writing
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