
“Dawn at the Pond” by Karen Gillis Taylor
on the rise of a morning
impossible dreams
gather promise
as they lift from the
rumpled remains of a night
upon brightening bands
of an opportune sky
and the dreamer awakens
his future surprisingly cast
in array of new colors
excited by light in a way
never heretofore
hoped for or seen
Beautiful stuff Paul. The capture of a moment.
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cheers, mike
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This poem made my morning. Thanks for sharing it.
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your comment pleases me immensely
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She asked me if I had been born again;
I answered, I am born again by every dawn!
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you always know the right thing to say
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Splendid!
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many thanks
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…like the rainbows in my dresser mirror this morning…
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always a good sign, I think
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Very, very beautiful.
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hope bears its own beauty
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Yes, peace.
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Sunrises and sunsets. How do we tell them apart?
Oscar
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at my age it hardly matters
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Very lovely, my friend
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*smile*
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😊
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Bravo!! Beautiful poem for the first week of the new year–may God bless you and your family with the very BEST of 2017! Stella/Leslie
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thank you – blessings returned in kind to you and yours
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Thank you.
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I love that optimistic morning feeling when it occurs. Mostly, I have to say, at the onset of spring when escape from winter’s tomb holds so much promise. Fab work, Paul. Captured the moment and caught my breath in seasonal adjustment.
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thanks dearly, anne-marie – I love mornings in all seasons
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Beautiful feel for early morning in your poem. This is my favorite time of day.
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me, too – it’s when I’m most creative
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