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Crimson Dawn

Dawn spreads a cloak of crimson
Crowned by the glory of the Sun
Tinging the air the colour of blood
Announcing the new day has begun

Summoning winds and filling sails
Scattering shadows away
Lighting the path for each journey
Beckoning children to play

Warmth and delight it bestows on us
Cheers up an unhappy heart
Shows up our worries for what they are
Helps us navigate without chart

Absorb the peace of an early morn
Let it saturate your soul
Red is the colour that gives us strength
Allow it to make you whole

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  • Life is a Beach gold member
    January 31, 2009
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    This poem has a very zen feeling to it. I really like the spirituality of it. And...I have never in my life seen a morning or evening with a color like is in that picture! It's rather awe inspiring! Can you imagine standing on the shore seeing a scene like that? It would make my heart beat faster for sure simply by the sheer exquisiteness of the moment!


  • StarEyes
    January 30, 2009

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    Dad,

    Ok, I have to say it... I have never looked at the colour of Red this way, but the way you pen it here, one can almost melt into This is great! And the picture, gives off such a warm feeling!

    and love

    Nyetta


  • Cynthia Gaines
    January 30, 2009

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    Beautiful Artistry...

    This poem reminds me of the old adage I heard years ago, “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”

    In the Bible, (Matthew XVI: 2-3,) Jesus said, “When in evening, ye say, it will be fair weather: For the sky is red. And in the morning, it will be foul weather today; for the sky is red and lowering.”

    Shakespeare also knew of this proverb, saying something similar in his play, Venus and Adonis. “Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.”

    And we all know what bloody skies look like in the aftermath of war. But your imaginative poem is a masterpiece, both visually and in creative verse. Thank you for sharing your muse's talents with us. I'm wishing you all the best!!

    , & s always,

    Cyn