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The Early Hours
Dawn unfolds on a town's older region Sunrise crawls across cobblestone streets Autumn break speaks its opening words An urban dream world prepares to awake I walk these archaic avenues alone Following the lead of my oversized shadow Astringent cold awakens my face While a glinting sun slowly heats my back Past gothic fencing and cream-colored brick Concrete bridges veined with vines Damp shades of wood stare from the park A fountain shines at the heart of the square The muffled click of claws against curb From blackbirds prodding the lower scenery Shares the air with benevolent fumes Of bakery bread and chimney smoke Porch lights fading in soft succession The radius of light extends its reach Reflections expanding in dark shop windows The first opened door soon taints the silence In time the usual routines exude An old piece of map slowly stirs to life Another new chapter from torn, yellowed pages Is resurrected into tangible shapes
Appears in Brandon Petit's new poetry collection "Intrinsic Desires" (available at Authorhouse.com) ISBN: 1420891995
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Andrew Hislop On Date: 2006-02-02 14:57:37
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.60000
Brandon I have to say thank you for persevering with me. It might be easy to think that I'm just hypercritical, when I think (correct me if I'm wrong) that you want what I want: poems that will be read while we're pushing up daisies. I do like your imagery here. You have a deft touch, and are always lyrical. Here especially. Regards, Mark.
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