Dawn # 2

bydemure101©

The red of sunrise lies, a bloodied veil,
on long night's stupor. On the smooth canal
the boat lies motionless; nobody stirs

to cast it from its moorings. In the trees
night's silence rests unchallenged. There's no bird
that sings to hail another morning; dense

dull-copper leaves create a tunnel where
the shade of slumber reigns. A shabby dog
lies, head upon its paws, beside the grey

adobe hut, gone grimy through the years
of constant use. The door's ajar. Inside
near-darkness dims the reds and ochres of

old Charon's bedclothes. On the sleepy bank
I contemplate the trip that will release
me from life's mad pursuits and bring me peace.

Report Story

bydemure101© 4 comments/ 691 views/ 0 favorites

Share the love

Also in this series

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
Recent
Comments
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (4 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (4)

Add a
Comment

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

You may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar:

   Cancel