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I worked on a number of different versions of the following poem last week. One version has five more stanzas. I decided I liked the four-stanza version best.
Brand New Day
by Elaine Magliaro
The sun arose. The stars all fled.
A sleepy moon slipped off to bed.
The dark sky paled to baby blue
As nighttime disappeared from view.
Then dawn put on her yellow gown
And danced a jig all over town.
Loud roosters crowed, mourning doves cooed:
“It’s a brand new day. Our world’s renewed.”
A sleepy moon slipped off to bed.
The dark sky paled to baby blue
As nighttime disappeared from view.
Then dawn put on her yellow gown
And danced a jig all over town.
Loud roosters crowed, mourning doves cooed:
“It’s a brand new day. Our world’s renewed.”
So lovely! I like the dawn dancing a jig in her yellow gown :).
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty poem! The images your poem paints in my head are great.
ReplyDeleteI think the first stanza is my favorite. I have a moon and stars lovething in poems...
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