Poetic Budding--Sunrise
January 23rd 2009 03:20
"Sunrise"
The sun will rise, fresh and bright,
To cast off the dark of night.
Grayness clings to everything
But dies with the dawn that brings
Color to the faded world;
Light into dark unfurled
Like banners of a king.
A new day's start the dawn will sing.
So, you know how some organisms reproduce asexually? One of those processes is called budding. This is when a new, similar organism grows by itself right off the original organism and eventually comes off, becoming its own independent entity.
Well, that's what happened with this poem. While I was writing "Darkness Deposed"--which can be found earlier on this blog--this poem just kind of sprang into existence. While I was crafting the images and pruning and shaping the form of that longer poem, I got tired and needed a break. During that break I jotted this poem down, revised it later (this is the revised version) and liked it enough that I kept it alongside "Darkness Deposed."
I like this poem because it's short and to-the-point. I feel that it flows nicely, is quite concise, and that the rhyme scheme isn't too awkward or flashy. Coming from my perspective as a believer in Jesus Christ, I also wrote the poem with the double meaning of "light" coming in to destroy evil. Also, images of the second coming came into my head too, with the light coming like banners of a king. But I don't mind if other people take it to mean different things.
Another image/metaphor I used here that I enjoy--and might use for future poems--is the idea of light also bringing color. When it's dark, you can't see colors, or at least they're very faded and washed out, like an old VHS black-and-white movie. When your life has no light in it--no joy, no clarity--everything is dull and drab. But insert some color, some light, into your life--joy, clarity, sight--and the gray turns to gold.
Hope you all have a good night/day.
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