Draft in the author’s style. This poem was written for Poet of Uplift to sit beside the author’s own readings, and is waiting for the author’s review. The commentary is a working draft too.
The rooster hasn't crowed yet, and the stars are still awake,
But I am up and ready, for my dreams are mine to make.
There is a quiet magic in the hours before the light,
When the world is still asleep and my purpose feels so bright.
I fold away the blanket of the doubts that held me down,
And I put on a coat of courage and a smile in place of a frown.
The kettle hums a promise as the first faint colours creep,
And I write my goals in the notebook while the others are asleep.
For the ones who rise before the sun catch the gold before it flies,
And they plant their steps in silence under the pale and waking skies.
So rise, my friend, and greet the dawn, and let the day begin,
For the sun will find you working, and the world will let you in.
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Commentary
Early morning is a quiet gift in this poem. The speaker rises before the sun, and finds that the still hour before dawn is the best time to begin.
“The rooster hasn’t crowed yet, and the stars are still awake,” but the speaker is “up and ready, for my dreams are mine to make.” There is “a quiet magic in the hours before the light,” and the speaker will “fold away the blanket of the doubts that held me down” and put on “a coat of courage.”
“The kettle hums a promise,” and the speaker will “write my goals in the notebook while the others are asleep.” The poem says that “the ones who rise before the sun catch the gold before it flies.” It ends with an invitation: “rise, my friend, and greet the dawn.”