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    November Challenge: "First Light"


    The prompt for this month's challenge, as chosen by TL Murphy is: First Light

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    Seeing Things in Dawn's First Light

    Seeing Things in Dawn’s First Light

    Another dawn’s light breaks
    upon my minds prism.
    Seven colors vividly bright
    The deaf tell the blind about beauty
    Who tell the rest what we don’t see.
    Prisoner’s cage;
    Creation’s rage!
    Nobles who pass the baton
    Of slavery’s collar,
    rescued from history’s scrap heap.
    Hard work and failure’s blood
    grows few crops
    Success is food on the table
    My laughter sounds like a Lycan’s howl
    Carni music make painted horses ride
    Like serfs tilling the nobles fields.
    Life’s wheel and Death’s scythe
    Do the same thing to different tunes.
    Lords and Ladies fear
    The peasants revolting
    stealing the spot light.
    Note this, dawn’s first light
    allows you to see.
    Your minds freedom
    determines what you see.
    Let not the illusion
    of life’s enemy and leaders
    determine what you see!
    "Illegitimi non carborundum " Vinegar' Joe Stilwell

    "Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase." Martin Luther King Jr.

    What you learn in life is important, those you help learn, are more important.

    "They can because they think they can."

    "Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools will speak to say something." Plato

    "The only difference between reality and fiction is that fiction needs to be credible."
    ​ Mark Twain

    "To those of you who received honors, awards and distinctions, I say well done. And to the C students, I say you, too, can be president of the United States." George W. Bush

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    China raises its sun
    to push the night ahead
    and unveil its masterpiece.

    Sung Li stirs.
    Warmth cradles his cheek,
    the cock crows
    and old tree scratches gently
    on the roof.

    Morning light streams through the window.

    Sung Li awakens
    and for a moment, dreams
    on the tiny, golden, flecks of dust
    that waft in the beams.

    He puts out his tongue to taste the beauty.

    After prayer,
    he prepares tea,
    and unfolds the faded carpet
    that still hints of birds and dragons
    and flowers.

    From a special place
    he takes delicate white plates
    and teacups
    painted with blue fishes.

    Beneath old tree,
    he sets place for two
    and breakfasts with the morning.

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    Forsaken by Witness Protection (Language)

    My cocoon,
    as warm and safe as any womb,
    is slightly lit nightly
    by an empathetic moon
    but burned away
    by the first rays
    of an unforgiving star
    intent on spotlighting
    dastardly drama
    both near and far.

    Dawn dissolves
    the peace of a lulled mind
    gratis of sleeping eyes blind
    as inch by inch
    my sheltered sheath of dark
    steathily unwinds
    allowing a sinister solar whisper

    and smell the coffee...

    tainted by the scent of bullshit
    that’s threaded through
    every day;
    perpetual black and blue”.

    So rouse I do,
    my motions impeded

    by savvy glue
    born of the wisdom
    that with the cessation of night
    thus begins the fight
    to make it through another day
    fraught with finaglers
    and fruitless attempts
    to keep incidents of being
    an unwilling witness
    to iniquity
    at bay.

    Malevolent clocks
    in what seems to be reverse
    their sun-drenched faces
    for their sloth-like pace
    is clearly my curse

    agony elongated

    until the promise
    made by cotton candy skies
    comes to fruition
    and twilight knits

    my shawl of anti-shit.

    I number the hours
    ‘til I’m extorted to rise,
    the summer solstice
    without a doubt
    is worst despised.

    Twinkle twinkle
    respite’s a blast
    but, of course,
    will never last
    and even in slumber
    I curl my fists

    for I own the top slot
    on Sol’s hit list.

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    In the beautiful first light

    The sun was bright, the colors wild,
    the balloons disheveled in the wind.
    A storm had passed in the night and now,
    amid scattered leaves and flower-wreaths,
    the children were lost in their joy.
    There was a noticeable lack of warmth
    in the false morning. We showed ourselves
    to the sincerity of many faces, the open arms,
    the wide windows, the circles of offered
    moments, the mints and painted almonds,
    the lights behind the latticework,
    and the peculiar way the glass would shake
    when the wind blew. The roar of many voices
    and musical selections blended with the trill
    of waters rushing headlong to somewhere else.
    The mountains could be seen from the doorway,
    down the winding way along the shining stream
    which never freezes in the long winters
    but laughs and sings the same bright song.
    The day was a deep draught of golden wine,
    potent and sweet - and the fountain-head was you.
    Yet in the beautiful first light of those after-days
    we discovered many things too late:
    the sweeping of the hour-hands; the traversing
    of the foreign lands between our eyes,
    perplexed by the world and the patterns in the sky:
    the clouds and trees and disheveled balloons
    which shadowed our gladsome feet, blurring
    the dream-waltz of memories, rivers seeking a distant sea,
    and the uncoupled steps pursuing with native rhythms
    the patient and painful mending of our lives.

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    Entrenched in Decorum

    Wilfred digs a shallow grave
    in which his fallen friend would lie
    forever in a fallow foreign field.

    A eulogy he reads out loud,
    commits his spirit to the gods
    recounts the moment comrade’s blood was spilled.

    First light, sniper’s eye widens.
    Second light, takes aim.
    Third light, bullet to the brain.

    Smoking kills.

    Happy anniversary, Wilf.

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    Secret words whispered
    warm breathe through a veiled ear
    a fading candles soft shine
    shadow enlaced arms forbidden touch
    solicit nights passion
    to resist first light

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    The Dame Light

    The Dame Light

    Follow it back, along a path of sand,
    a tangled tendril amid maple stands.
    Go when the last sugar ray is flown,
    as autumn fades, the milkweed sown.
    Seek the soft prism of cold fae hands.

    As the season breaks, it reveals lands
    veiled from covetous eyes and hands.
    Marvels forbidden, secrets unknown.
    --Follow along a path of sand...

    From the veil she comes, prism in hand,
    as autumn dies, crimson ‘cross the land.
    And with it she comes, prisms sown,
    the first light of winter, tyrian blown—
    soul of the Dame Light unseen by man.
    --Follow, footprints cast in sand...

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    First Light

    a fallout of summer blossom
    when the wind blows
    on this bustling street

    a rickshaw weaves
    tween trundling trams
    as it goes ever east

    taking a silkened lady
    fluttering fan
    shades her painted face

    past the castle garrison
    boy-soldiers thrust and parry
    clattering wooden swords

    to where yoked men carry
    bamboo cages
    enclosing bright songbirds

    first light

    lit up these dark ages

    the second light of overkill

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