Omens.
I chased this evening evening's parade,
woven-framed patterns of
tin-foiled filigree, gilt-tied
to greenery's final attempt to beat fade.
I watched as light lightened pale sky,
viewed universe-fire display
night's birthing dance
turning black into starry-eyed silence.
I saw change changing ether-haze hue
to dusk-covered eeriness
creeping round sickle-shaped
moon-smile thru' dull-as-dust gloom.
I heard in day's goodbye goodbye's solo
purple-trailed, scarlet-dyed,
gold-streaked striped azure sung
in lunar duet with dark's rising crescendo.
I knew tonight tonight's black feelings
at sunset-divide, cloned-omens
from cauterized colours
spoke to my waiting canvas so clearly.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The chosen image spoke inspiration and my pen followed the impact with these few words - -hope you enjoy.
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Comments5
Good write of coastal scenes Fay.
I gotta make do with duck pond at the local park - the nearest I get to a coast. Well, it's a fine pond and park!
May that canvas always be filled with your words Fay.
Andy
what a tongue-talising write you've conjured, dear Fay
brilliant! even better, when read out loud
thanks for sharing
what a sight for sore eyes you have painted for us today dear Fay ...
Sunsets are a place of great wonder. Enjoyed this read, Fay.
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