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A poem I had to write as an assignment to define the meaning of a literary climax. It's about the pause before a sunrise. It turned out well, especially since poetry isn't what I usually do.

Submitted:Jul 28, 2008    Reads: 569    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

The dark line of land

clashed with the ascending sun.

It struggled and fought

but light seeped over its brim.

The valley fell silent,

anxiously waiting,

the wind itself stalling.

Each Second passed brought more light

to the land

but the horizon wouldn=t break,

not even for the sun.

The air hummed with tension

a vixen paused in her hunt

squirrels ceased their quarreling

starlings stopped chirruping,

and the mute battle continued.

The sky brightened by the second

the sun creeping and wedging

hemming and hawing

squeezing and edging

between land and sky


waiting for the horizon=s back to break

the land resisted,

tensions rose,

climbing, climbing,

higher and higher

till the air was drawn taut.

The horizon was on the verge of fracturing

the fiery rim of the sun almost through...

With a titanic eruption of light

the sun=s rays lanced out across the land,

banishing the darkness

and the final remnants of night.

The vixen again pursued her prey

the squirrels resumed their squabbling

and the starlings shared their gossip.

The dawn of a new day.


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