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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

Copyright © January 2006 Brandon Gene Petit

Additional Notes:
Appears in Brandon Petit's new poetry collection "Intrinsic Desires" (available at 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.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2006-01-23 06:47:55
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.31579
Brandon I wish I had read this one first of yours for you do have freeform and the depth is definately there. Wonderful selection of words and structure along with scene of the surroundings. Yes life has it map and the direction we choose determines who we are. This is one I really get into. Excellent job.
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2006-01-22 10:24:30
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
A poem whose scope is simplistically held within the sensory confines of poet reacting in a kind of reverie with familiar environ enhanced by "new day" progress of morning. That is, until, "The first opened door soon taints the silence" and we are brought back from this sensory reverie to the "usual routines" and our "new chapter from torn, yellowed pages/Is resurrected into tangible shapes." The imagery is light and appropriate to the poem's tone, "Sunrise crawls across cobblestone streets", "Following the lead of my oversized shadow", "A fountain shines at the heart of the square", "Shares the air with benevolent fumes"... all offering just the touch, without any otherwise detraction from the insensate blending created. A well done accomplishment of craft holding form well to stanzaic structure solely with poetic language and not suffering at all, the cumbersome confinement of rhyme. Obviously, you are accomplished. JCH
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