It is time for the truth...in poetic form?!?!? I don't really know, I just enjoy writing poems that have a flowing feeling, like Cascades and Pantoums. Today's poem is a cascade. My favourite part of doing OctPoWriMo is seeing what the presenters offer up for their poetic tributes.
Prompt: Reckoning / Poetic Form: Cascade
'Reckon (It's Time)
It's like waking up
after a long sleep;
seeing the fog clear away
slowing receding past your sight,
exposing the world--
it's like waking up.
The birth of a new day
when the breeze dries the amniotic dew
slowing receding past your austere sight.
All that is left is
the afterbirth of your reckoning--
the birth of a new day
birth of your truth
what you see now, instead of
all that is left.