A rondeau, for things that come around.
Sunrise.
The sun will rise to start the day,
Night time demons will fade away,
Despite a want to stay and fight
To block you from the hopeful light.
Night emerges through shades of grey
While devils dance a wild ballet,
But past this monochrome display,
Despite the darkness of the night,
The sun will rise.
Our doubts are voices of dismay:
Purveyors of a drab buffet,
Of fear and hurt, of pain and spite:
It’s easy to believe they’re right.
But despite all that they may say:
The sun will rise.
The sun will rise to start the day,
Night time demons will fade away,
Despite a want to stay and fight
To block you from the hopeful light.
Night emerges through shades of grey
While devils dance a wild ballet,
But past this monochrome display,
Despite the darkness of the night,
The sun will rise.
Our doubts are voices of dismay:
Purveyors of a drab buffet,
Of fear and hurt, of pain and spite:
It’s easy to believe they’re right.
But despite all that they may say:
The sun will rise.
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© 2012 J Cosmo Newbery
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So true! Over here we are celebrating the return of the light.
ReplyDeleteSometimes in dark times it is hard to believe that the light will come again, but eventually it does.
ReplyDeleteI like thr line
ReplyDeleteWhile devils dance a wild ballet.
A HOMILY TO HOPE! PERFECT CITING OF CONFIDENCE. THE ENTIRE WORLD RUNS ON CONFIDENCE!
ReplyDeleteIt's a rather lovely thing to read right before I turn the lights out over here.
ReplyDeleteThere's comfort in that, J Cosmo. (though I bet those demons just can't wait for the sunset to come again)
ReplyDeleteThat's a great poem! I often feel like that in the morning. xx
ReplyDeleteA very lovely rondeau and gorgeous image, it is comforting to know that the light will return.
ReplyDeletexoxoxo ♡
Lets hope.
ReplyDeleteIt is those nighttime demons which need lighting out.
Lovely! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMany thoughts and moods appear so different at night time, and in daylight, and those night time demons are sometimes hard to fight off. They are a bit like the norwegian trolls, they turn to stone when sunlight hits them :-) Wonderful writing!
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