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  • Writer's pictureJen Marsden

Poem: Dawn Eyes

Updated: May 31, 2021


By the breath of god The dark curtain is washed One hearty sigh, cooled To a soft egg blue sky


Silence in an orange glow Futile street lights On the sidewalk Not a soul


Broken watch dials Whispered me to wake My circadian clock Ticking a-tock


Eyes far too open Brain far too wired Searching fruitlessly For chamomile calm


Engines of great invention Have moved me from Place

To place


Amidst heavy heads Plonked in pillows

I’m cursed with Confusion

A few hours and Edinburgh Shall rise I with it My weary dawn eyes

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