Claim of the Day (poem) by John Herlihy on AuthorsDen

Claim of the Day
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Thursday, September 30, 2021 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- The Claim of the Day -- John Herlihy In dawning once again, The day makes its return. Born of the eternal when, In night’s darkness to yearn. In return, day makes it claim, An endless cycle forever born. For one brief moment, to remain, Day’s essence from eternity torn. Awakening into day’s first dawn, Casting light as silence thundered. An infant first breath, newly born, Light into the heart of day wandered. First day descends into first dusk, Falling over the edge into fathoms deep. The final shards of light as bread crust, The departing day the first to weep. The first day evokes the final day, Eternal night awaits the day to smother. One final twilight simply slips away, The infant an old man as none other. Yet how glorious as the day proceeds, Sacred time as temporal in each hour. The day creating a garden amid weeds, Each single moment as a source of power. No one knows of the final hour, We only know the finality near. Budding bloom turns fading flower, The nature of things holds no fear. Every last day becomes the first, Forever fresh and forever new. Promising to quench all thirst, The day only wants to be with you. The day remembered, filling the mind, Sweet memories of the day remain. How faithful the day was, and kind, ‘I will return’ its single, solitary claim. - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Saturday 7 August 2021

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 6, 2021

CERTAINLY, A THOUGHT PROVOKER; WE ARE GIVEN 24 HOURS OF THAT WHICH TICKS AWAY EVERY SECOND. WE CANNOT STOP IT, OR, DO IT OVER. NOW THE WISDOM OF; '...WORK WHILE IT IS DAY, FOR THE NIGHT COMES WHEN NO MAN CAN WORK...' SHINES, ABSOLUTELY! THANKS JOHN, LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on October 1, 2021

Each day the same but unique from the last. Each day an ephemeral ghost. Some days you're the dog, and some days you're the hydrant. The list is long. Your mind feels at peace in this John. A marvelous message with layers of subtext. Excellent. rlc

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on September 30, 2021

I love how you've given Day a presence that I think we've lost in modern times. In eons past, man worshiped the day, in the visage of the sun, as a conscious, living thing. Your poem harkens back to those times. Perhaps, in the spirit of ecological renewal, we should all do the same.

Rebecca