Day Broke Night Fell Day (poem)

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 …

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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

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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

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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

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But maybe  

in compromise wary aside

maybe

just

maybe

in twice a day half-light?