The Peace of Wild Dawn

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Dawn delicate, 
dreaming, bursts through the clouds
as I look back
the last bits of a black bean breakfast bowl. 

I cannot forget headlines
leaping out at me from the television,
the newspaper,
cannot disregard feeling of dread
swirl of smoke 
and drowning hope in the drinks of Poets 
on the other side of the world,
my heart is bloodied 
but unyielding
I beg the Lord above
to lend me wings 
so that I may breathe out words of healing. 

invariably blooms
when we manage to outwit Apollyon,
who seeks
to trouble the minds of those
in the clutches of despair, of woe,
of hate
and circumstance.

Let us align with goal,
discover that strength lies in thought, 
let not the brutality of this world
make you hard
let not the pain deprive of feeling,
of love
and perseverance. 
We are stronger together
in numbers,
in striving to find a solution through means
of harmony
rather than leaning toward route of bias


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56 Replies to “The Peace of Wild Dawn”

  1. Thank goodness for those hearts that emerge from under the brutality of the world unjaded and with an even greater capacity to care.

  2. We are unbeatable when we stand together, caring for one another, refusing to feed on the fear and pain of those some think less…

    May all our voices grow wings and find their way to where they are needed most.

  3. When we unite it’s almost possible to find a common ground…
    and today I felt hopeful for the situation in Yemen for the first time in years.

  4. I liked the lines /drowning hopes in the drinks of Poets/on the other side of the world/. Maybe it’s just secondary to the holidays approaching, but I am encountering poetics of hope and love, and I really dig it. In America our daily dose of chaos and cruelty blinds us to choices of real fellowship and affection for our fellow man/woman and those less fortunate than us. Thank you for your caring.

  5. The oxymoron in the title is original and it suggested so much before I even started to read the poem, Sanaa! And then the wonderful alliteration in the opening lines:
    ‘Dawn delicate,
    as well as the action of it bursting through the clouds promises even more, which comes in the onslaught of the second stanza. Thank fully ‘Peace invariably blooms’, a lovely metaphor, and there is hope in harmony.

    1. Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️

      Wishing you a joyous new year 2019! Cheers! 😀

    1. The wheel of life
      Turns less in
      Time, but curves
      Rather more again
      To the hearts
      Beating out
      Not to fall
      Not to burn
      But to hold the
      Dawn in our hand
      And to see love
      Rising out of the hope
      Of mornings
      Which hope ascends
      Itself from out of
      The ashes and
      Love of mourning.

  6. power and might, strength from a gentle soul speaks so loud and clear dear poetess.
    i love this phrase
    “let not the pain deprive of feeling,”
    pain can numb us from doing what we should and right to do.

  7. “discover that strength lies in thought,
    let not the brutality of this world
    make you hard
    let not the pain deprive of feeling,
    of love“

    True that girlfriend!
    Wonderful stuff Sanaa! Strength in numbers, crowd sourcing and democracy will eventually get most of it right, hopefully in time. Let’s all be in that “coven of granular solitude “

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