Poem: When Morning Breaks

When Morning Breaks

 

When morning breaks

It teeters on the

Edge of darkness

Waiting to

Fall to the blackness down

Here but holds onto light.

 

You won’t hear it

When it falls

Into miniscule shards

Refracting rays

Like a prism’s rainbow

 

But it resounds

To heaven

In the tinkling sounds of

Shattered glass’

Reverberating crash

 

When everything

Begins new

Like blank parchment here

Scattered with

Blackened birds feet scratches.

 

And that’s the morn

You have seen

Crashing into sunlight

As it fell

Whole into broken spheres.

 

August 2022

About This Poem                                                                                                                                        This is a poem that I was inspired to write based on some wordplay with the break of morning.  It is a five four poem that has a specific pattern of syllables and lines, but taking license as a poet, I changed it up sometimes. The photo is Kootenay Lake in British Columbia, Canada.