Lost Sunrise ~ #writephoto

Lost Sunrise

This is not how we would have it
This expectant pause before a new sunrise

The silence is ours alone, as in that of absence,
One long lost, victim of our presence

If we were here to witness we would hear
The wakening of a hope that is not ours to share

As the sun would slowly melt a morning mist
So, too, would time erase our mark

Easing the scars we’ve inflicted
Traces of our past a mystery

Leaving others to imagine
Our dream of a new sunrise

This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Dance #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.



rising sun obscured

rising sun obscured

rising sun obscured
hidden by gray clouds at dawn
cock crowing in vain

This haiku is my second response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #27 Use That Quote: rising sun, which offers the following quote by René Daumal, from Mount Analogue:

“The cock crowing in the milky dawn thinks its call raises the sun; the child howling in a closed room thinks its cries open the door. But the sun and the mother go their own way, following the laws of their beings. Those who see us, even though we cannot see ourselves, opened the door for us, answering our puerile calculations, our unsteady desires, and our awkward efforts with a generous welcome.”

NaPoWriMo 2018

Day 8 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month