Dark sleep rises at the edge of daylight
Dreams of life that chased around the labyrinth
gone // lost forever // not to be recalled
Squinting I see the light of a new day
Hesitant to open my eyes, I reluctantly rise
Walking through the door of a new day
Into a room filled with welcoming light
Grateful to be alive my spirit rises
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Lara at d’Verse asked us to choose a room to write about. Rooms almost always have doors to pass through, so this is the theme of my poem. This poem began this morning as I was trying to wake up! It also took me to a deeper meaning as I come into the winter of my life.
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Aw yes! It’s a slow rising, but a great day to rise and be alive!
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Yes, it is! Alive and well! Grateful every day!
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Well said! I feel the same way.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome, Dwight!
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Very nice! I love the idea of a room filled with the welcoming light.
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Thank you! So many expect darkness… I expect light!
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From the world of dreams to the world of light. Well done, Dwight.
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Thanks Ken! Seems to work that way every morning for me!
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome
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This was sublime…
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Thank you so much for your comment!
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🙂
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I like the analogies you used – door/new days and a room full of light. Such a positive ending
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Thank you so much! Hope is a good thing!
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The door to wakefulness is one that needs a lot of wd40 on the hinges for me. Really loved the metaphors in this. Thank you
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Thank you so much! Yes, Not that I am retired, morning seems to come later and later! I appreciate your comment.
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Every morning another room… what a wonderful thought
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It really is when you stop and think about it!
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Thank you very much!
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I like the thought of dreams chased through a labyrinth and arising compared to opening the door to a new day.
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Thanks Frank It described my morning to a tee!
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I like the idea of each new day being a new room to fill. (K)
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It seems right to me! Thank you so much!
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Lovely poem.🌻
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Thank you so much!
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What a beautiful description of awakening into possibilities.
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Thank you Suzanne. Several layers of thought here.
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Thank you.
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I love the thought of each day being a new room- beautiful Dwight.
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Thank you Linda! I am ready for a bright day again. The rain has been coming all week long here in NC.
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The heat is coming here- supposed to be 107 today!
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Wow! I will keep the rain!!
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I love a new day being a new room full of light!
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Thank you Mary! It just seems right!
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Loving this idea of walking through the door into a new day! After my spouse’s 6 minute cardiac arrest and literally miraculous recovery 6+ years ago, I literally say “thankful for every day” at least once a day. Many times as I’m ready to slip off into sleep and I hold his hand….or sometimes in the morning when I wake up….or sometimes out on a walk. Love your positive take on the prompt! Thank you!
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Thank you Lillian. Every bright new day is a gift. The rainy ones are as well.
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