AD (01/08/1970 / Camperdown, Sydney)

Early Morning

Early morning changes my colour,
Weakens my magnet for you to escape into sleep
I asked the girl in the corridor if she was a
Morning bird, she smiled then floated into the
Lacquered afternoon
So easy for her
Does she know of her boyfriends addiction?

The sea has tempted me from Europe
I can't abide by words; they are forever changing,
Working towards a plot for some insane script.

The funeral of a small town
Don't send flowers
Donate them to guilt
Innocence once held power
Now, not even a memory can realise the coup.

Her eyes open
The bliss of her portrait is shelved
I wish I could resolve with her the teeth that chew
My requirements.

by Anthony Dawson

Comments (9)

Sorry, I may be half asleep today, but this poem doesn't make much sense to me. Anthony, I did notice one mistake that you will want to fix. Last line, first verse is missing an apostrophe: Does she know of her boyfriend's addiction?
Don't send flowers, donate them to guilt.. very unique and interesting phrases used in this poem. thanks for sharing.
This reminds me of a lot of East Asian poetry - a joining of fragmentary images and impressions.
Her eyes open The bliss of her portrait is shelved I wish I could resolve with her the teeth that chew My requirements. ... really liked it.....
I liked your poem. It seems like you see all this in a dream. You have a great mind for imagineary thought. You have what it takes to also write a story book. Keep up the good work. Keep me posted on your plans. Always remember Jesus loves you and God does to. God also answers prayers.
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