ISSN: 2455-9687
(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)
Dawn Edwards was born in Newport, South Wales in The United Kingdom on Dec 20, 1965. Though she has always liked reading poetry, it's only recently she started writing her own poetry and is enjoying penning new poems very much. She has currently published her poetry on a poetry group named 'Poet's Garden' on Facebook, which is presently her only outlet for posting her poems online. She can be contacted through her email: dawnedwards2012@gmail.com
As I lay intoxicated with sleep
I looked to heaven, saw an angel weep
with tears of sorrow for those on earth
Who have lost their vocation, forgotten its worth
I dreamed of a star studded indigo sky
where angelic beings whispered and sighed
Speaking words of wisdom that were totally ignored
Repeating phrases that to some were unheard
Then I saw an array of trumpets appear
The mood it changed became loving and sincere
Words of encouragement of smiles sincere
"Finally they're listening!" I heard a cheer
I felt my heart overturn with love
There in front of me was a single white dove
"You've listened to your heart" I heard them say
"Now awaken, it's a brand new day!"
Stood still in silence I shall appear
Feigned supremacy, stoically sincere
Perfected by time in ridged display
A predated mystery to this very day
Maybe tomorrow I'll awaken for you
Deftly perfected whilst looking brand new
A mannequin of pleasure, a statue no more
I'm alive once again por favor
In sickness and in health I'll be once again
In a Spanish resort in Ecuador's sun
May the fire of life be uttered once more
A vast equation an outer spore
Rigid may I be an impression of surge
This is my home here on planet earth.
Things are changing
The climate the earth it's rearranging
The planets have aligned
For a reason. Are you blind?
We give you the comforts of the sea
The earth is restless can't you feel
Oil spillages and fumes from ignitions
We're banging our heads, is anyone listening?
Oxygen levels slowly depleting
Toxic fumes, processed food
What's becoming of this world?
Is it too late to contemplate?
Your thoughts and prayers love not hate
Support the welfare of animals too
This is what's basically happening to you
They're becoming eaten or extinct
So, are we through reasons of hate
Barbaric crimes to initiate war
For what reason, to settle a score?
Is this why we are here, to kill one another?
Our mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers
Forget the race of being that's different
Colours mean nothing, we must be insistant
Just because we don't look alike
Doesn't mean we have to ignite
Negative thoughts and misdemeanors
Thoughtless remarks bask in inferiors
If we could start all over again
A wish for all to begin again
Concentrate on love within
Determine our overlook without sin
Earth would be enthralled in beauty
With many species who do their duty
To keep its inhabitants free and loved
For we are all a part and sent from above.
The flowering of the rose
as it dances in its throes
surreptitiously with delight
Its petals divulged in utter contrite
not one but two
Their majestic hue
Its stem twists with utter passion
As the duo tango in a desirable fashion
Its intimate bolero with its fellow mate
Incessantly exquisite as a partner of fate
A drop of moisture from the morning dew
Revels in a waltz as if to say "I love you!"
The hustle and bustle of traffic hues
Rushing around, standing in queues
Follow me here, follow me there
Crashing up and down those stairs
Noise.
Hooting of lorries, beeping of cars
Planes diving up towards the stars
Arguing and shouting, projecting the ears
Crying, slamming doors amongst the tears
Noise.
I much prefer the rustling of leaves
The sound of the wind and its gentle breeze
The raindrops on my window
The twinkling of snow
Noise.
The flapping of wings
As the morning bird sings
The hoots of an owl and the message it brings
The sound of crickets and butterfly wings
Noise.
The sound of each wave
As it builds to an octave
The ripples in a pond
A waterfalls song
Noise.
The sheep's bah on the mountainside
The horse's gallop upon his stride
The sound of silence is predicted the source
Of all wonders and beauty, of course
Noise.
Sat in a meadow and what do I hear?
The sound of nature, beauty so austere
Moments of madness all but disappeared
The sounds of gladness have reappeared
Noise.
I see the ants rushing around
digging their mounds upon the ground
My hands I lay upon a tree
I feel its strength revitalise me
Noise.
The ears are like magic, to hear is a gift
A wondrous sense, get my drift?
Music was meant to be heard
Beautiful sounds that are often unheard
Noise.