“I Go These Days to Find the Dawn” was previously published in the Spring 2012 issue of Fault Lines.I Go These Days to Find the Dawn I go these days to find the dawn. I have had my fill of night. So much was lost, got away, the day become too soon too late, time undone. I would get back to who it is I am or dream, to stand before a dark painting by some Spaniard of a century gone by, cerulean blue in his beard, an eye for the women… how light falls through venetian blinds, a thumbnail of shadow played out across a parquet floor. I go these days to find or to recall some shape of beauty wrenched from memory's vault or spy a carousel of starfish and Cinco de Mayo guitars that torch the air before my startled eyes and cauterize the wounds that mark this once tender spirit.
I Go These Days to Find the Dawn (a poem)
I Go These Days to Find the Dawn (a poem)
I Go These Days to Find the Dawn (a poem)
“I Go These Days to Find the Dawn” was previously published in the Spring 2012 issue of Fault Lines.I Go These Days to Find the Dawn I go these days to find the dawn. I have had my fill of night. So much was lost, got away, the day become too soon too late, time undone. I would get back to who it is I am or dream, to stand before a dark painting by some Spaniard of a century gone by, cerulean blue in his beard, an eye for the women… how light falls through venetian blinds, a thumbnail of shadow played out across a parquet floor. I go these days to find or to recall some shape of beauty wrenched from memory's vault or spy a carousel of starfish and Cinco de Mayo guitars that torch the air before my startled eyes and cauterize the wounds that mark this once tender spirit.