~ Dawn of Sorrow ~

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    We can all feel the pain -- just a little --

    ~ Dawn of Sorrow ~

    Leaning solemnly in shadow 
    with burdened mind aflame,
    He dallies sorely to the wind, 
    Knowing of the coming pain.
    Sorrow, aching, brought into view
    by torn and twisted memories -
    Things best left along the edges
    of surging, unsettling, seas.
    Just a vagabond with no name -
    Who’d once known searing eyes 
    that burned into his frosted mind,
    Feels not she - his muted sighs. 
    Was once a man, this broken shell, 
    Who loved and lost fair maid. 
    She, the one with cunning ways
    cared not the sorrow that she’d laid. 
    So, slowly then he bows and walks
    ‘long the rutted path of aches
    All of him that is there yet -
    Does follow each stride he takes.
    © gogant
    Leaning solemnly in shadow 
    with burdened mind aflame,
    He dallies sorely to the wind, 
    Knowing of the coming pain.

    Sorrow, aching, brought into view
    by torn and twisted memories -
    Things best left along the edges
    of surging, unsettling, seas.

    Just a vagabond with no name -
    Who’d once known searing eyes 
    that burned into his frosted mind,
    Feels not she - his muted sighs. 

    Was once a man, this broken shell, 
    Who loved and lost fair maid. 
    She, the one with cunning ways
    cared not the sorrow that she’d laid. 

    So, slowly then he bows and walks
    ‘long the rutted path of aches
    All of him that is there yet -
    Does follow each stride he takes.

    © gogant

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    MrGee commented on ~ Dawn of Sorrow ~

    03-10-2013

    It is nice to read a poem written by an accomplished poet. I was especially enamoured by the stanza that reads: "Was once a man,this broken shell Who loved and lost fair maid." Without reservation I give this work a 10. Bravo!
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    dahlusion commented on ~ Dawn of Sorrow ~

    03-08-2013

    This is classic gogant filled with the emotions of a sensitive poet. Bravo!
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    gogant

    03/08/2013

    Thanks, Dah. I hope you don't run out of fine compliments before the end of the century....

    poett commented on ~ Dawn of Sorrow ~

    03-08-2013

    Aww another great write Gogant ... its a sad one but I like it. Hugs n its nice to see you're here writing again
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    gogant

    03/08/2013

    Good readers make good poets. Thank you ever so kindly, dear.......

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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