Saturday, August 16, 2008

DAWN

Time chimes the cathedral bell
and reaches down my waking well.
A perky, precocious cockerel,

anxious for his breakfast-corn,
in celebration of his precarious sojourn,
hoarsely heralds the budding morn.

The feather chorale cacophonous
serenades a joyous cantus firmus
to the majestic, golden rising orb diurnus;

yet a mere reflection of the nous,
but a jot within the wondrous universe.
Which man is there can fathom the Logos?

Consumed by awe I ponder,
and in my heart a silent whisper
takes celestial wings upon a prayer.

I take a quantum jump out of my bed
into the worlds within my head,
along a cosmogonic thread,

in flight astral to strange horizons,
to where the sea of darkness ends
and lucid morning sky begins;

astraddle a blazing chariot, Hubble,
towards infinity by time travel,
in defiance of Einstein’s law I hurtle...

Time chimes again the cathedral bell
but time and time alone will tell
whether waking will to heaven be…or to hell.

Will this brave new millennium dawn
bring hope…a new beginning spawn,
with ignorance and suffering gone?

Or will this significant moment signal
the start of some sinister apocalyptical finale
to purge and purify Earth planet of evil all?

And chime after chime, to destiny’s destination,
Time marches indomitably on, on, on, on,
onward toward the unknown dawn.

Copyright ©2000 by G. Newton V. Chance

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George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

by Langston Hughes

the poet writes the poem;
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)

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