Beginnings

OctPoWriMo – Day 01

Dark thoughts linger in forgotten corners,
like ghosts that want their voices heard.
A moon, tonight too weak to light the world,
Takes gloomy clouds to veil its face.

First shades of grey convey some hope,
some change will happen soon.
The world so still, without a breath,
Alistens, though no sound is there.

Another hour passed,
timeless seconds drained my heart.
The grey has changed, a bird has croaked,
his voice, my ear but rusty tools.

Mists that muffled every light and sound,
fade away, reveal a pastel pastoral.
First tiny sunrays frisk between the trees,
greet happy dancing waters in the creek.

And me, I know, a new day was just born,
to me, to sculpt it into life.

2 Responses to Beginnings

  1. Oh, Marion! I loved the final six lines, especially…

    >>>>
    Mists that muffled every light and sound,
    fade away, reveal a pastel pastoral.
    First tiny sunrays frisk between the trees,
    greet happy dancing waters in the creek.

    And me, I know, a new day was just born,
    to me, to sculpt it into life.
    >>>>

    Absolutely beautiful! I am so glad you are here!

  2. Beautiful… And me, I know, a new day was just born,
    to me, to sculpt it into life.

    Shah.X