Monday, May 30, 2005

The Sunrise Chaser

Sleep comes to me in broken pieces now
I purchase it cheap at the wholesale store
I wake up early mornings: no matter how
much I want, sleep will come no more

So I sit in my window long before dawn
And wait for him to appear out of the night
With the first glitter in the dew on the lawn
The sunrise chaser rushes to welcome the light

He runs around the world following the sun
His face aglow with the joy of a new start
And though today I am too feeble to run
I chase the sunrise with him in my heart

4 comments:

Braveheart said...

I dont think its hard to see that inspite of your efforts to put the rhyme in place, there is no flow in the poetry. Its mainly because of the number of syllables in one line. A lot of re-adjustment is required further on it.

Apart form that, I liked the idea in the last para.

-- Akshaya

Anonymous said...

Hi Akshaya,

You hit the nail on the head. This is a hastily-written poem without attention to metre. I was in a hurry to capture a moment before it vanished. I will let it remain this way, and will cherish it not for the words but what lies between the lines.
:-)
Inky

Anonymous said...

Meter, not metre. Apologies.

Inky

Braveheart said...

I appreciate your take and understanding. Its fair enough. So often we do that. In fact, I myself rarely feel like making amends to my piece in a second sitting. So I understand your stand very well :)

-- Akshaya