Thursday, September 9, 2010

Poetry by Jennifer Harley

War At Dawn
Birth at dawn's light
Death at high noon
As evening approaches, it rises, a phoenix from the ashes
Stretching long, waxing taller
Blind man's fingers search for truth, grasp for substance
In its quest, it fails, hiding the dust, slipping over furniture
It has but one natural enemy to keep it at bay
Daily the battles wage, the outcome the same
Daylight breaks its hold
Soap-scrubbed children guard fearful hearts with flashlights to keep the dark away
Dark wins a battle as eyes close in sleep
Light leads the war at dawn