THE COMING OF DAWN. (An Original Poetry) Day 42

I want to sit
In the evening weather;
and watch the evening birds.
turn home wearily to their nest.
listening to the whistling the night beast.
setting their trumpets to sing.
as they gyrate the heaven.
with harmonic symphonies.

I want to sit.
Watching the sun going and coming.
as grey hairs and wrinkles
camouflages the smiles and dimples.
as the breeze blows through me.
like withered bag of bones.

we're but butterflies.
with beautiful wings.
drawn to the fire like a moth.
we are like grenades.
timed to explodes when the spirit leaves
and the body decides to die.

death is like the coming of dawn.
we live and gyrate.
in the sweetness of the sunset
making memories that are attached.
to the walls of the mind like leeches.
Only to give shed our beautiful flesh.
forever to reeking decay.
like desperate reptiles.

the coming of dawn.
Is like a nap to eternity.
we're washed away to shore.
like jelly fishes on a lonely island.
our night only starts to come.
when we lay stone cold
in the comfort of our graves

POETIC NOTE & ANALYSIS

this is a poem that metaphorically speaks about death, the title "the coming of dawn" does not vividly speaks about the end of another day, rather the end of a life cycle which heralds the death,

People from different ramification always see death as something grotesque and painful, however, the poem above narrates death as a beginning of another cycle when the cycle of life ends, in other words, it tends to compare death to the coming of the dawn.

The poem entails imageries and is written in 5 stanzas, without a known metric pattern.

Written, edited & analysed

By @Josediccus

18/4/2018

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