Finger like clouds grasp the setting sun drawing her beneath the horizon. She struggles with fiery ribbons of colour, alas succumbs to the darkness. Another day grown weary of her brightness waits the enveloping night. The hastening shadows creeping unawares steals her glow the day is done.
New moon ascending on heaven’s quilt showered with sparkling gems. Innocent of guilt whence replacing the sun shines down with dimming light. The earth now in silhouette reveals her hidden beauty unseen by light of day. Ghostly forms arranged in shades of grey disguises reality as night time ends.
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
Just trying to express feelings while watching the sky in the evenings.
Living far away from citylights, the sky for sure is a diamond to watch. The stars seem to be hanging in different levels, some close and some far distant.
A wonderful poem, I can understand the emotions you are going through facing the wonder of Nature. Thank you for sharing it.
grandadOPKilmorna, Kerry IrelandMar 17, 2011
Thanks Bill and the 'young lady' for your comments, I was beginning to think it was going to disappear unnoticed. I do look forward to all the 'true poets' for posting their comments as it gives so much encouragement to such as myself.
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKMar 17, 2011
YW
Your point about comments is interesting, when I was laid up with flu I had more time than uisual to spend in front of the computer - it is truly astonishing how quickly this poetry board can move, odd times there can be 20 or more poems added in less than a couple of hours.
The result is that a lot of poetry gets missed and disappears without trace. I must confess that I don't often look beyond page 1 of the poetry board, it's just a question of time, it is almost impossibe to read every poem every day. Add comments to poems we read and so on.
Basically, how much attention of poems are accorded is to some degree down to luck.
Kind regards
Bill
silentspringFjälkinge, Skane SwedenMar 17, 2011
Okay then, I will do my very best to become a "true poet" in order for you to look forward to "my" comments. Meanwhile I will enjoy the luxury of being called a "young woman" keep looking at the stars in the dark sky and pray to the man in the moon, he will either make me a true poet, or perhaps a young woman again.....nah, I am tired....I'll be pleased with the English Dictionary invented for Poets.
Yvonne
niah9Auckland, New ZealandMar 18, 2011
I find watching the changes in the sky, early morning or twilight, make me feel at one with nature....something I haven't done much of lately, and I miss it....thanks for showing me the way grandad...Niah
grandadOPKilmorna, Kerry IrelandMar 18, 2011
Niah it would be something else to truely capture the miracle of nature in words, I confess to being only 'mortal'. Silentspring you do yourself a disservice my love, your every word to me is 'poetry'. Thank you all once more.
bevbelleBridgetown, Saint Michael BarbadosMar 21, 2011
very lovely grandad, sunsets have a strange affect on us mere humans, for some reason I always think of the scale of everything in relation to the earth when I look at them for any length of time.
Comments (8)
A wonderful poem, I can understand the emotions you are going through facing the wonder of Nature. Thank you for sharing it.
Your point about comments is interesting, when I was laid up with flu I had more time than uisual to spend in front of the computer - it is truly astonishing how quickly this poetry board can move, odd times there can be 20 or more poems added in less than a couple of hours.
The result is that a lot of poetry gets missed and disappears without trace. I must confess that I don't often look beyond page 1 of the poetry board, it's just a question of time, it is almost impossibe to read every poem every day. Add comments to poems we read and so on.
Basically, how much attention of poems are accorded is to some degree down to luck.
Kind regards
Bill
Yvonne
Silentspring you do yourself a disservice my love, your every word to me is 'poetry'.
Thank you all once more.
Bev.