Dawning of a Day

No one saw
Limestone or silt
Mingle with her tears
Moonlight dug caverns
And dripped into her soul

No one saw
Pools of hope
Spring in her tears
Sunlight added joy
And illuminated her soul

How does one explain a smile
After a sleepless night?

Napowrimo Love mystery. Some write mysteries. Some are mysteries. Not sure this fits the prompt. It’s a poem.

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to channel your inner gumshoe, and write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. Feel free to use just one, or try to go for broke and stuff your poem with similes till it’s . . . as dense as bread baked by a plumber, as round as the eyes of a girl who wants you to think she’s never heard such language, and as easy to miss as a brass band in a cathedral.”

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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