Wake up Call

by Jane Hanser
(Newton Centre, MA)


Beneath this winter sky, soft yet cold.
between satin sheets of white and gold.
silenced by the pastel swirls of light’s glowing
I’m awed by the moment, still yet flowing.

It’s too early to know how this day will unfold.
More gloom and pain? Or nuggets of gold?
Faint light in the sky doesn't give it away
And will it matter if I cry or I pray?

If all of our sorrows and all of our frays
could be washed away by the light of the day
If wisdom and insight could somehow break through
Too easy to wish it and too much to do

The day’s story has yet to be told
Amid fear and hope the new day takes hold
‘til stung by the splendor of the celestial dawning
I inhale, to live by day, trembling yet bold.

Comments for Wake up Call

Average Rating starstarstarstarstar

Click here to add your own comments

Feb 09, 2016
Rating
starstarstarstarstar
thinking
by: David

I love this Rhyme cus it tell's you what kid's are thinking in summer

Dec 09, 2013
Rating
starstarstarstarstar
the inspirational one
by: saniya

It is very nice poem to have and is very nicely written. I congratulate the person who wrote this poem, for her bright future.

Nov 12, 2012
Rating
starstarstarstarstar
soul music
by: Tanya Kornakova

I seem that poem is sensuous and at that same time profound, thoughtful and at that same time decisive. Like two at one. Like quiet and calm music with vital chord. Like colorful painting with delicate brushstroke. Very amazingly!

Nov 06, 2012
Rating
starstarstarstarstar
Moving forward through the day
by: charlene

I love this poem. The comparison with nature, the dawn and our emotional ability to cope with life's trials is both lovely and rings true to experience.

Nov 06, 2012
Rating
starstarstarstarstar
Soft and Lovely
by: Jeanne

This poet "softly" takes the reader through the cold, numbing quality of grief, so nicely reflected in the winter sky, and brings us to the relief of hope, "white and gold".
I love the repetition of "gold" in the next stanza, as well as the final line of that stanza—what so many grapple with at one time or another—"And will it matter if I cry or pray."
The final line is truly "bold" with its unexpected rhyme, but because the speaker is still "trembling", the poem stays "soft" and honest to the sentiment that the journey to hope is a difficult daily process.
Simply lovely.

Nov 04, 2012
Rating
starstarstarstarstar
A movement from doubt to hope
by: Joan

I love the finale. You expect that the last line will end with a rhyme to the line before. But you startle us and that final word 'bold' jumps out at you, echoing the word 'hold' in the line before. It conveys a determination to 'seize the day.'

This poem swells with movement from doubt to hope.

Nov 04, 2012
Rating
starstarstarstarstar
Amazing
by: Sharona

Amazing and inspiring. Every beautiful word in this poem came from heart. I feel that I could relate to a lot of what you wrote.

Nov 03, 2012
Rating
starstarstarstarstar
Beautifful and heartfelt
by: Anonymous

A lovely poem with clear and evocative images.

Click here to add your own comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Inspirational Poems.

   


Search Here for Poetry



Click here if you love us! Follow Me on Pinterest