Life at Dawn

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At dawn

Teach me why

The sky

Edged with red

Drags at my heart

Like a lover

Mother or child


Remind me why I

Was reluctant

To be

Second guessing

All my life

Sleeping

With doubt

Wondering

At waking


It feels so good

To connect

With You

As I walk

Thinking

Of only this


Tell me of

Your children

On and under

The Earth

In air and sea

Laughing at

Each other’s

Surprise

Show me

Your giant

Family photo

Album


I am so

Tired

Wishing

Only

To fold

Into myself

Close all

The windows

Rest

In silence

And darkness


Thank you

For the beautiful

Pain of dawn

The incongruity

Of remembrance

The illusion

Of connection

The reluctance

Of eternal

Childhood

The precious

Nectar of rest

That sparkles

Like the temporary

Invitation

Of frost

At dawn


Whence comes emotion? How do we conceive of a power greater than ourselves? Does our science truly explain the diversity of life? Why do we wish to live or not to live? Why do we so often see meaning beyond the face value of the information brought to us by our five senses?

The human animal concerns itself with things outside itself, its family and its community, wondering and doubting, theorizing and speculating, experimenting and deducing, and experiencing and remembering. Language is the attempt to transmit; listening and reading are efforts to receive.

To closely observe a thing is to see its infinite complexity. Even a grain of sand has facets, a history, its own life in our imagination.

Sensory information is transmitted by electrical impulses to the brain. Every brain is unique in its memories and frame of reference, cobbling together a person’s picture of the world through a combination of observation, deduction and speculation. Each person creates their own unique picture.

When two people paint a picture of the same object, the pictures will always be different. No two people are ever exactly in the same place, thinking the same thoughts the same way. That is one reason we often feel so incredibly alone.

When we communicate, we translate a thought into imperfect language that we articulate or inscribe imperfectly so that it can be read or heard imperfectly by another person and transmitted to their brain as electrical impulses that will spark off a few neurons and create what we refer to as a thought. Their thought will not be quite the same as our thought, ever. For this reason, no one ever truly knows what anyone else is talking about.

Through word usage, juxtaposition and rhythm, poetry is the art of making words express more emotion and feeling then they were designed to do. The position of words within the poem affects their meaning because of their relationship with each other. The sound of the words (heard aurally or mentally) can convey emotion, or create new relationships between words that expand their meaning in the mind of the reader or listener. Like an iceberg, two thirds of which is submerged, the greater part of poetry occurs in the mind of the audience.

When you want to speak to someone at the deepest possible level, write them a poem.

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Pollyannalana 4 years ago from US

Very good.


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sandarya 4 years ago from Bangalore, India

nice one pal... keep going.


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Tom Rubenoff 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you :)


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rai2722 4 years ago

"When you want to speak to someone at the deepest possible level, write them a poem." I totally agree with this.


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juneaukid 4 years ago from Denver, Colorado

Agreed, poetry speaks at the deepest level just as does your poem of dawn.


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Storytellersrus 4 years ago from Stepping past clutter

I love the explanation! It is poetic.


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Jerilee Wei 4 years ago from United States

I love the comparisions and sentiment. Great picture too.


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G-Ma Johnson 4 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

"Sensory information is transmitted by electrical impulses to the brain. Every brain is unique in its memories and frame of reference, cobbling together a person’s picture of the world through a combination of observation, deduction and speculation. Each person creates their own unique picture"...says it all nice poem with much meaning...:O) Hugs G-Ma


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

Your explanation of poetry is fascinating to me. Your poem is beautiful..


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pearlmacb 4 years ago from Switzerland

An enjoyable read, I must say!! :)


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Tom Rubenoff 4 years ago from United States Author

I am overwhelmed. Thank you for your comments. I am glad you liked my attempt to express my love for poetry.


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rebekahELLE 4 years ago from Tampa Bay

sigh... so beautiful. There is so much here to ponder and reflect. Your last line sums up perfectly the entire hub!


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Tom Rubenoff 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, Rebekah!


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Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

So very very beautiful!!!

Take care and have a wonderful weekend.

Eiddwen.


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Tom Rubenoff 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, Eiddwen! You, too!


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SimpleGiftsofLove 4 years ago from Colorado

Lovely poem, great hub, thanks for sharing this! I am inspired.


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Tom Rubenoff 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you for reading it. :)


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carcro 4 years ago from Winnipeg

Nicely Done Tom. Dawn can be the best part of the day, especially when the sun is just breaking through the morning sky. You poem definitely delivers it perfectly!


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Tom Rubenoff 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, Carcro. I agree. Dawn is a lovely time when the day is just being born and possibility lies ahead.


Doug Turner Jr. 4 years ago

This poem was a proper demonstration of what you summarize after: when delivered honestly and without prejuidice, the poetic word can arrive like a bullet to the brain. Our mind chooses its own intepretation and we all flinch, cower or smile at different words. It's a shared experience and personal journey all at once. Thanks Tom.


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Tom Rubenoff 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, Doug. It is a wonderful feeling, as I know you have experienced with your poetry, to reach people in unexpected ways. Thanks again.


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tammyswallow 4 years ago from North Carolina

This popped up when I published a hub.. looked intriguing. Wow.. I fully appreciate why you are the Hupage poet award winner. Flawless and painful. LOVE it!


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Tom Rubenoff 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, Tammy! I love that popping-up thing that HubPages does. I'm glad you like my poem!

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