Waking-up At Dawn
© Marie Bortolotto 2024
Twenty five years ago
I moved to the mountains
Inspired by wandering poets
I followed in their footsteps
Singing words from the heart
City traffic rattles my nerves
Wildfires cut down my breath
Lost in a maze of emptiness
I walk countless pathways
Carrying water, chopping wood
Years dissolve into dust
I’m an old woman now
Shrouded in shades of grey
How many really see me
Beyond the gaze of time
Waking-up at dawn
I compose poetry in the park
Content with the way of things
Listening to the voice of silence
Nothing and everything speaks
Note: Poetry as an oral art form likely predates written text.
The earliest poetry is believed to have been recited or sung.
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