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Birth of Day

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the old cane rocking chair

creaked back and forth

back and forth

on the farmhouse stoep*

the figure hunched

against the cold night air

held her warm gown close

across her bony chest

as she watched the sky

lighten almost imperceptibly

with the pale rose of the sun

birthing a new day

wondering

what it would bring

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*stoep – South Africa a porch or veranda

©DGA 30 November 2011 04:52

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

19 thoughts on “Birth of Day

  1. Stoop – New York : porches, carry over from Dutch colonists. Probably not familiar vocab rest of USA.

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  2. We’re never too old to rock and wonder and ponder the sunrise from the stoep or stoop.

    Nice poem, Denise.

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  3. I’ve spent many a morning doing just the same… watching the sun rise to a new day, Beautiful!

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  4. It has been awhile, but I love sunrise, fresh, new and hopeful. Thanks for the memories.

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  5. I should have known better..I thought stoep was a spelling mistake but you live and learn…good post

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  6. Exciting prose Denise; makes one want to begin a new day.

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  7. i like that she is birthing the new day gently…i think that might make all the difference in the world right there….instead of being alarmed and off tot he races…

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  8. Yes, it would be good if someone could slow the world down for a while…

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  9. The only way one can pedal time in oldage is rocking to and fro in an easy chair.

    Time seems to sink with age moving drudgery slow when you are challenged and trying to outsmart you sprinting when you are young.

    Hope always rises like sun and moon on the horizon whenever you could log in to the nature in the twilight hours.

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  10. lovely image of a moment in the life of this individual – like a snapshot (love this kind of poetry)

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  11. Amazing what a vivid picture the mind is able to fill in with the prompting of these words. The person, scene and circumstances are all brought to mind, rather as if a whole story had been told.

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