dawn creates itself
fine light fingering
color into sky.  the spin
on this axis assures
it is always dawn,
slipping past the reach of our eyes

& we, shaped of dust & spit
call it beginning,
this rise
as we see it
happening eternally

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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24 Responses to sunrise

  1. mrsbongle says:

    Really like this one!

  2. jmgoyder says:

    You are so prolific -you are like the inventor of words!

  3. Doris says:

    oh I like it…

    & we, shaped of dust & spit
    call it beginning,

    very nice 😉

  4. thevagabondstudio says:

    As an artist, ‘fine light fingering color into the sky’ made me smile. Well worded! ♥

  5. Green Speck says:

    Beautiful words !!!

  6. basho2012 says:

    Wonderful poem

  7. Lena Corazon says:

    Susan, this is really beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing it with us. A wonderful way to mark the beginning of our poetry celebration. 😀

  8. Mr. Walker says:

    Susan, this is lovely. I like the thoughts you present. I was thinking along similar lines, but didn’t pull it off as well as you.


  9. nelle says:

    Rolling dawn. Ride the wave!

  10. you sing it so well, this marvel at the never ending movement of the earth. It will tomorrow here in Dar when the first debate takes place today in Eden!

    • Ahhh–the debates! Mitt is polishing his “zingers” and BO is still at “debate camp” I believe…should be a good show and I should make popcorn for it! It just struck me that except at the poles, that sun is always rising/setting somewhere! Took me 46 years to think of that–I must be slow!

  11. This is beautiful, Susan, but I don’t know why I felt some sadness tug at my heart when reading it. 🙂

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