Re-post : dawn comes (noisily)

It was a stock market at the office this week. Ran out of time. Ran out of ideas, ran out of gas.

So I will make do with another re-post, an old poem I wrote long ago, and which I had the audacity to submit to a national poetry competition. :)


image by dsnake1



dawn comes (noisily)


Six o'clock

The night sky daintily lifts its veil
& blotches of iron-grey smear
like peeling paint on an ancient wall
as cauliflowers of dark clouds
     splash around
         like flak.

No rooster crow
this is the city
but dawn comes noisily
sporadic janglings
rouse struggling brains
& carried over the morning air
     throats clearing
     bawling
     & somewhere a metal plate falling

On the streets below
smoke-belching buses
toil through overworked gears
never sleeps
and people scurrying through
     hard streets
     feet wearing asphalt
sleepwalking
to factories to schools to ports


Seven o'clock

The street lamps
sodium sentinels of the night
extinguishing
the duty guards
dismissing.



*** 01-08-1988 ***