I have photographed the dawn a thousand times and never captured just the right image of the dawn to accompany the poem.
Carmen Figuratum a poem that has a certain shapes or pattern formed either by all the words it contains or just by certain ones therein. An example is the shape of each stanza resembles a wine cup.
I sit watching god’s creatures of the night,
fleeing from the ever-approaching dawn.
A bright orange and red haze caresses the horizon.
Beyond this is the sun.
Slowly ever so slowly rising above the edge of the earth:
to explode into an orange ball of fire.
Sending a red-river of shimmering light across the water,
now it is dawn.
I can hear the cries of a seagull as it gracefully glides by me.
In the water ducks swim around,
as the sun lights up the world.
It becomes morning,
it is dawn no more,
but a new day.
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright ©2007 Josehf Murchison