Daybreak by David Hart <br /> Daybreak <br />Day break. The yellowing-yawning <br /> sun doth now <br />Emblazen a jigsaw horizon. <br />Color feasts of <br />yellow-orange bedizen (dressup) <br />the once <br />nigrescent/purple sky. <br /> <br />Birds languish <br /> in a warm toasty breeze <br />amidst undulating <br />greenery chirping <br />their loving ado. <br /> <br />A fat frog <br />primps and cleans <br />His bug-eyes <br />with his <br />Wet-winding <br />slimy tongue. <br /> <br />Someones and no ones will ever <br />Be after one's name, <br />Nothings and somethings will <br />Never be in the game. <br /> <br />Perched on a polite park bench <br />Without a serious care <br />O, tantalizing life. <br />Someone in a war-trench <br />under fire isn't thinking <br />about military rank. <br /> <br />O, enigmatic life bestead <br />my then-times <br />reticent tread <br />whence I pontoon <br /> down the cold <br />River Styx. <br /> <br />An instinct to trust <br />Tends to go bust, <br />An instinct to reject <br />Mayhap a time to reflect <br /> wanting always to trust <br /> alwaysing hoping for <br />a love to confect. <br /> <br />The evers will say <br />their nothings <br />The sames will <br />cherish their <br />somethings <br /> <br />Anon, one hopes to avoid <br />all prickly little stings. <br /> <br />Help, caresses, love and fame <br />ever nothing to be to their name, <br />NEver something to be their wailing <br />Claim. <br /> <br />Sometimes ideals <br />erode effortlessly <br />in pain, <br />sometimes in <br />short-lived <br /> winds of fame. <br />Hart2008USA<br /><br />David Hart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daybreak-14/
