One Single Impression asked us to write a poem around the theme, “Dawn.” I was going to write about Mary Ann on Gilligan’s Island, Dawn Wells, but darned if I didn’t go a little deeper!
IT DAWNED ON ME
It dawned on me during a down
that depression is a gift
A room all to oneself
dim, yet habitable
with the sure knowledge
that gloom will fade; the haze will lift
Shifting moods
sifting sand between my toes
Depression’s night is so dark
one doesn’t look up
seeking stars
nor speak of the moon
The lifting is like dawn
a clean new day
made for venturing
beyond the front door
Flowers’ scent sweeter
sun illuminating
individual blades of grass
as they cast minute shadows
And then there’s
the thanking God part…
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore, Sharp Little Pencil
Sharp Little Pencil 
Barbara Ehrentreu
Amy,
Leave it to you to describe depression as a room all to yourself. Great images and such a unique take on depression. I loved the lines, “Shifting moods/ sifting sand between my toes.”
Gorgeous!!!
Marie Elena
Who knew such beautiful, inspirational words could stem from such a dark place? My favorite stanza is:
Depression’s night is so dark
one doesn’t look up
seeking stars
nor speak of the moon
And the title is clever and fitting.
Beautiful job.
Pearl Ketover Prilik
Lovely images…a true meditation on itself
Melanie Bishop
Wish I could feel so. Wonderful dreams to wake up to. Depression is a heavy to carry through this life.
Well done….
Melanie
La Barceloneta (Claire)
Great imagery! Love this poem, thanks for sharing!
poetcolette
Yep.
The bad times make the good times better,
as I’ve said before in a not-so-good poem (though it was a good idea :)).
You may not realize it, but your poem touches on a truly Dickinsonian ironic concept.
Sharp Little Pencil
“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times…” The story of my life!!! Thx, Colette!
pieceofpie
amy, this is a beautiful place beyond the front door…. refraction