So a new prompt at dVersepoets.com, It Begins to Dawn, says, to begin the post, “After our summer break, we’re beginning again, beginning afresh, like a new dawn perhaps” with a couple of examples of dawn, one as the start of a day or another with dawn as a verb.
It then offers up the prompt of writing in the style of the A L’Aora, a form created by Laura Lamarca (I learn something new all the time at dVerse).
Poetry style:
4 stanzas (or more)
8 lines per stanza
only lines 6 & 8 are to rhyme
no syllable count per line
And to:
write about the dawn, literally, metaphorically, objectively, personally … or write of the dawn as a verb.
Initially I was a little daunted by this, that’s a bit involved I thought, and was going to turn instead to the latest quadrille prompt instead, #203 “Feeling Crabby” even though the “window” had closed. I mean, crabby? I could surely do crabby, I could use the word “crab”, but then I just started to write to the “Dawn” prompt …
.
Day Broke Night Fell Day
It broke again the night
the dawn, this day
the same way it always does
with pious judgement filled
clarity of righteous spirit
better than thine
with joy in the shed shaming light
on sins of the dark from earliest of time
.
It fell again over dawn’s day
any day, this night
the same way it always does
with quiet purpose, no ill intent
to help rest the weary, romance the lovers
cover the honorable, storm the fields, focus the mind
but also, it seems
hide wrongs from the earliest of time
.
It broke again, again the day
the night, this dawn, out of fear
the same way it always does
after sun filled growth tears fall clouding in imposter storm dark
not for feeding the land, nourishing the creatures
no, only to darken the light
so that dawn broke again then the next
with more righteous intent and zealous might
.
It fell again, once more, once more
over day and it’s qualms, this night
the same way it always does
hoping to quiet its fears
to dance instead in fashioned flamed dawn
to celebrate what day had brung
and what night too had brought
that maybe together bells could be rung and songs could be sung
.
They dawn and they fall
this day and this night
the same way they always do
neither be true, neither be false, neither be right nor be wrong
but day still is wary of songs not sung in the light
while night asks just not for blame
of day’s greatest fears
and that night does wary too day’s songs just the same
.
But maybe
in compromise wary aside
maybe
just
maybe
in twice a day half-light?
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