One Day I Sought the Night. Then Came the Dawn

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the dew with my hair;<figure id="3547"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*boIj4ROaThKCsxdkygD1sA.jpeg"><figcaption>A man sitting on the grass in the morning, as if he woke up after spending the night there |<a href="https://pixabay.com/photos/glasses-male-man-boy-forest-trees-2736986/">| Image by abir Mahmud from Pixa</a>bay</figcaption></figure><h2 id="d09f">Author’s Note</h2>Ugh. This poetry challenge is harder than I expected. I have to bind my time, schedule a poem one day ahead, and keep writing when I’m inspired. Otherwise, I’ll be the one in a bind.I spend more time on a short poem than I spend on two or three other articles combined. But let’s not digress any further. Poetry is hard.Day five of the 29-Day Poetry Challenge caught me unprepared. This Sunday, I was unavailable for most of the day, so I did not have that much time to write.I came back home, ate, took a quick shower, and then rushed to write the poem for tomorrow (today by the time this comes out). But my inspiration was fla

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t. I tried to revamp a few of the bits in my drafts without much success.That’s when I decided to read a batch of poems on Medium and see if another writer could inspire me. And what do you know? It worked on the very first try.The poem I read was very different from the message and structure of the poem I wrote above. Inspiration does not mean plagiarism.Nonetheless, it talked about nature, grass, flowers, butterflies, and such. It provided me with a theme and an angle, which I further poked and probed, moved, and twisted around in my mind, deconstructing and reconstructing the whole nature setting to fit my own mold.That’s how this poem came to be. I just hope the title of this article doesn’t sound AI-generated. I came up with that corny stuff on my own. I thought it was poetic and would attract more readers. Let’s hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the… back.Alas. These days, you always feel the instinct to look over your shoulder when you are a bit more expressive in what you write. AI be damned!</article></body>

Stargazing Before Dawn

I have this urge to lie down And wave my limbs on the grass; I’ll let the soil eat my frown And all the pain will then pass.

I’ll watch the night seize the day And match the stars on the chart. I’ll let the moon spread its ray And light the path for my heart.

I’ll let the night heal my soul And see what more I can find; I’ll sketch the sky on a scroll And etch its calm in my mind.

I’ll let the sun be my guest And dry my scars with cold air; I’ll smear the mud on my chest And soak the dew with my hair;

A man sitting on the grass in the morning, as if he woke up after spending the night there || Image by abir Mahmud from Pixabay

Author’s Note

Ugh. This poetry challenge is harder than I expected. I have to bind my time, schedule a poem one day ahead, and keep writing when I’m inspired. Otherwise, I’ll be the one in a bind.

I spend more time on a short poem than I spend on two or three other articles combined. But let’s not digress any further. Poetry is hard.

Day five of the 29-Day Poetry Challenge caught me unprepared. This Sunday, I was unavailable for most of the day, so I did not have that much time to write.

I came back home, ate, took a quick shower, and then rushed to write the poem for tomorrow (today by the time this comes out). But my inspiration was flat. I tried to revamp a few of the bits in my drafts without much success.

That’s when I decided to read a batch of poems on Medium and see if another writer could inspire me. And what do you know? It worked on the very first try.

The poem I read was very different from the message and structure of the poem I wrote above. Inspiration does not mean plagiarism.

Nonetheless, it talked about nature, grass, flowers, butterflies, and such. It provided me with a theme and an angle, which I further poked and probed, moved, and twisted around in my mind, deconstructing and reconstructing the whole nature setting to fit my own mold.

That’s how this poem came to be. I just hope the title of this article doesn’t sound AI-generated. I came up with that corny stuff on my own. I thought it was poetic and would attract more readers. Let’s hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the… back.

Alas. These days, you always feel the instinct to look over your shoulder when you are a bit more expressive in what you write. AI be damned!

POEM | HEALING POETRY

One Day I Sought the Night. Then Came the Dawn

Never underestimate the healing power of nature

Stargazing Before Dawn

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