Dawn

Mr. Connor,
Thank you for the beautiful poem "Dawn".
Hope all is well. I didn't hear back from you.
Thought I would add some of my own prose below.
Thank you again.

"Dawn"

by Mike Connor



At dark of night, not long before the looming dawn,
thoughts congeal, and one suppresses yet another yawn,
mind reaches, groping back in time for happy days,
swirling images fill one with a pleasant sleepy haze.

No use of course, ´tis but another yearning dream,
of long gone times, perhaps abroad a sparkling stream,
seen now as stemming from some other´s life,
a younger man, yet to suffer bitter tears and strife.



Happy recollections, stretching into moments without end,
uncaring for the future, or what cruel fate may then portend,
drifting, unconnected, dwelling vividly upon a golden past,
mayhap all a man may hope for? Right up to the last?

Hard to see a whit of sense, no sign of rhyme or reason,
though each man has his time it seems, and each thing has its season,
sorrow steels a man they say, but who really knows another´s plight?
Steel is not a lot of use to one, sad and alone, at morning light.

Grasping, hoping, mind strains to keep on seeing,
scenes and feelings, sights and smells, evoke wellbeing,
but all for nought, reality then takes its brutal grip,
enchantment fades, the joyful vision starts to slip.

Now wide awake, torn reluctantly from magic views of youth,
mind staggers as the blow then falls, realises truth.
Slowly, feeling sad and tired, cursing life unfair,
an old and battered man ascends the creaking stair.

Sleep comes at last, stealing fast upon a drooping head,
and visions swell again, of lovely things, now dead,
warmth and joy return, and as if transported,
one sees again the fish one caught, the women courted.

One dreams anew, like whispers of some old well loved refrain
but even dreaming, asks, will these times come again?
and knowing well they never will, these things are gone,
one slips away again, to lovely memories that linger on.



TL

MC





Mine:

"This Old Brain Of Mine's Been Broke A Thousand Times"

By: Guy & Daughter Tawni



Nothin' to do

Nothin' to do

Put some mustard in your shoe

Eat some dirt

Roll in the grass

Get a sliver in your ass



Huntin' lizards

Huntin' lizards

Far from home eatin' gizzards

Caught a frog by mistake

What a good dinner make



Drinkin' beer

Drinkin' beer

Fell suddenly off the pier

Washed somewhere upon the shore

Praise the Lord forever more



Growin' weeds

Growin' weeds

It's fishin' time so let'm breed

The wifes complainin'

The seasons wanin'

To hell with all, I'm goin' fishin'



Smokin' dope

Smokin' dope

Ambition's gone, have another toke

Visions streaming in my head

Of beautiful trout swimmin' round my bed



And if you believe this whole thing

Let glory be The New Born King



Guy