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Most days I wake at dawn
And clench my eyelids tight
lying in the dark
Determined not to release the night
Or rise before the lark

Unlike evening’s solitude
The morning silence breaks and beckons
With barking dogs and childrens’ laughter
Pushing back the seconds

As the clock ticks up to daylight
And each sleeper’s face will glow
I pull the blankets round my neck
And bury my head in the pillows

I cannot stop the sunrise
As I cannot hold the night
I cannot keep the day at bay
Or make the clock do what I say
And so I cede the growing light
And open up my eyes

for the dverse prompt of 10/06/20: ballad (or balladish, anyway)/dark (off brief here, too, oops), and the OctPoWriMo prompt of 10/8/20: boundaries

18 thoughts on “Wake up

  1. I love that your words create a powerful pause in the threshold between night and day, creating the exact space you crave, just by expressing the beliefs that you “cannot stop the sunrise
    As I cannot hold the night
    I cannot keep the day at bay
    Or make the clock do what I say.”

    • And now I’m going to need to write one about the “threshold between day and night” (I get all my best ideas from the comments, seriously)

    • Thank you rob! The form had me stymied for almost two days-buncha false starts, and then this just came pouring out this morning

  2. Brilliant, dark, and beautiful. Oh, and did I say dark?

    I see it right here:

    “As the clock ticks up to daylight
    And each sleeper’s face will glow
    I pull the blankets round my neck
    And bury my head in the pillows”

    Being under the blanket counts as darkness, you know! I’m messing with you, but this is truly a dark poem. Staying in bed while time goes by, it can be saddening when it makes us miss so many hours of the day (at least if over-sleeping). It also adds into what we are missing the longer that we remain in bed, or rather, a place of comfort for us. The more we’re in that comfort zone, the less willing we are to leave it.

    This may not be what your piece is about, but this was just a thought I had. I too would rather stay in bed than face the brightening day. I do like to hear the dogs bark (at a far, far distance), not so much the children though. Hahaha.

    Beautifully penned, I really enjoyed reading your take on the prompt. It flows perfectly, each line. Well done.

    • If you extend the conceptual “dark” to include hubris, the insistence that one can keep the day from starting just by refusing to open one’s eyes certainly fits.

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