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Monday, October 22, 2012

Sorrow Silenced With Joy



Morning drug its feet
until the mockingbird
sang it song.

Called from sleep
the sun burst from night
turning ebony into gold.

Another day has risen
from the dust of dismay
to silence sorrow with joy.

Let tears dry and smiles be reborn.
You are the gift the world needs.
Rise and let it hear your voice.



©Susie Clevenger 2012

24 comments :

aprille said...

drag - drug /sang - sung
Loved the vowel changes in the one syllable words.
Don't know why the p.t. 'drug' struck me as unusual, as I have 'drug myself out of bed' many a time.
Liked the terseness of this, with the golden lining of a new day as a carrot to get out of bed for.

Mary said...

Every day begins anew with a fresh slate! This is a good poem to read as the week begins!

Kimolisa said...

This is a great piece to wake up to, reminds me to leave yesterday to yesterday and put a smile on my face and enjoy today. Great poem.

Patricia Anne McGoldrick said...

Message of hope on Monday morn"!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh this is beautiful and uplifting. You could not have said it better, Susie.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Beautiful poem! good for the morning and at night to give hope or to know hope is coming!

shawnacy said...

i can't resist a good rally-cry. rise and sing, caged birds that we are.

razzamadazzle said...

This is great. I love the contrast of day/night and joy/sorrow.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Another day has risen
from the dust of dismay... This image really gets to the heart of your piece.

Other Mary said...

Oh, how very uplifting. Especially love the last two lines,
'You are the gift the world needs.
Rise and let it hear your voice.'

hoofprintsinmygarden said...

I love the hope in this piece.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Another day has risen from the dust of dismay--loved this! And loved its whole tone

Gail said...

"the dust of dismay" is something I have known. Very good read.

Kay L. Davies said...

I just love "you are the gift the world needs" — how beautiful and wonderful, Susie.
K

kaykuala said...

Let tears dry and smiles be reborn.
You are the gift the world needs.
Rise and let it hear your voice

This is a yearning or pleading relevant to many situations. Tears prompted by sadness or happiness are given hope and directions. Great thoughts Susie!

Hank

manicddaily said...

This is a really lovely poem - from the morning drug - to the sorrow silenced - so many double meanings here of someone convincing themselves of yes. k.

Grace said...

I like the turn of hope, rising in the voice at the last stanza ~

Ella said...

I love you are the gift the world needs~ Beautiful message :D

Aidz Giannini said...

Always wondered what a mocking birds sounds like ... kewl write

Loredana Donovan said...

A very beautiful and uplifting poem. Thank you for sharing :)

Mama Zen said...

Really lovely!

ayala said...

Every day a new beginning. Nice share, Susie.

Susan said...

What a fine story moving reluctantly to a star burst of day, an insistence on joy and voice, a return to the living. To be what is needed--to be the cure--to be so compelled, may lead eventually, after the trudge of duty, to enlightenment. Hope.

Margaret said...

the sun, called from sleep.

Beautiful and yes, arise and let your joyous voice be heard.

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