Publishing Poetry from Aotearoa
how soft
how soft
the dawn
on drifts
of birdsong
rising
how soft
the light put
to the sky
to the tiniest
darkness
around
you
how soft
you fall
again into
sleep
how soft
the whipped
greys in that
sky on a
breeze
that tell
of storm
beyond
the ridge
storm
at sea
how soft.
dawn 24 september 2013
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love this, Peter – the soft sounds, the beat & everything
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How soft indeed.
Love these lines:
how soft
the dawn
on drifts
of birdsong
rising.
Subtle, lovely
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Many thanks, fellow versifiers, was dictated by a voice that danced along the edge of sleep in that dawn. I got up in the dim light and wrote down most of it on the back a Countdown receipt, but felt it missed something at the end, then looked through the window and saw the ‘whipped greys’ of that sky out there, the suggestion of distant storm and wrote that as the ending.
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I fancy that with your grocery receipt, we have a bargain.
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Haha, I’d like to think so, Mr. Keast!
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