I Can See the Sunrise

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thanks CC, for checking it out. I guess I could see that, even though it wasn't intentional. I hoped to end with a bit of an encouragement. So that even if the path so far had been difficult, it was still worth the effort to keep trying. I guess it's appropriate too, since I'm still dreaming.

[CeramicCornflake]

Hmm for some reason this poem gave me a feeling of melancholy. Not in a bad way, but it definitely elicited a response. It's what I imagine never quite achieving your dreams feels like.

[lunar glide]

I think its an important idea : even when we don't know answers its a good awareness that knows non conduct or apathy is at least not an answer.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Well LG, that particular image is not a pretty one (on the whole), but it rings true sometimes. Thanks for the read and taking time to comment.

[lunar glide]

the line that affected me is disengagement taking the crown. and then your imagery! wow

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thanks MHenry. It just makes me want to do better, you know? Every darn day - to do better.

[MHenry]

An uplifting piece of musicality, RLW!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Actually - I can. I really like this one - and I don't really get attached - not REALLY attached to poems, but it sings to me too. It makes me sigh in the best way - the most contented way. Thank you for reading, liking, and most of all commenting.

[Suz-zen]

RLW!

...this is really wonderful!

can you hear the music? i can!! from the first lines to the last.... BRAVA songwriter!!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

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I Can See the Sunrise

over timeless, teary rivers
sorrow’s weary boat set sail
there were takers
there were givers
with a will to never fail

fevered hearts beat out a rhythm
there beneath a cloudy sky
some were losers
some were winners
though they often wondered why

in a life of battled journey
down a path of constant woe
you could love it
you could hate it
but you could not chose to go

disengagement not an answer
yet so often took the crown
ever rising
ever falling
like a drunken circus clown

when the dreaming of tomorrow
meets the memory of today
grab the nothing
from the something
we will find a better way


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