Fay Slimm.

Explosions

 

 

 

Explosions.

 

Stars like sparks splutter to bed
as birds catch fire.


Smut-red lips of sultry sun kiss
mouldering night
and in dawn's shimmering light
greet awakening sky.


Throat of thrush flintily strikes
other bird-minds,
inciting song while edge of day's
eye sets more alive
morning's explosions to electrify
small tongues in flight.

 

I stand dumbly admiring strident
trills of fervent dives
as winged searchers, self un-fed,
food must soon find
if newest nestlings are to survive.

 

Day's edge reminds earliest risers
of attending to business amid
splendour as rays become daytime.



 

Comments8

  • L. B. Mek

    'I stand dumbly, admiring
    strident trills of fervent
    dives'..
    its so impressive, how you word some lines
    in a way, that we don't just comprehend or picture your portrayals,
    its more like we actually feel them;
    like this dive
    that's full of aliveness and desperation, captured
    in but a few words
    and relayed in a manner, that has gasping
    reliving, that same explosive sensation
    that same - borrowed feeling...
    you're gifted with a most unique poetic talent, dear Fay
    thanks for sharing!

    • Fay Slimm.

      Am most grateful for your kind and very generous support L.B. - - and am delighted the read becomes alive - - your will no doubt agree that being there can be real when nature is served by exciting wordlings - -- thank you loads for your encouragement.

    • Teddy.15

      Dearest Fay, As you ways do you paint the most magnificent picture in the mind of your reader. Thank you dear friend. 🌇

      • Fay Slimm.

        If I can do that for your reading pleasure by wording pictures as close as I can to reality then I am more than delighted dear Teddy. Masses of thanks for your visit and lovely comment.

      • Marie

        Daybreak is so beautifully penned in this truly delightful poem. You take your reader right into an early morning rising and give them a breakfast of delightful food for thought through both excellent word choice and simply stunning depiction. A resplendent poetic gem, dear Fay. Thank you for sharing...

        • Fay Slimm.

          What a special time is the break of day and deserves all that a poet can conjour in words to describe the glory of sun coming up - thank you so much dear Marie for your read and review of Exploding - so good to know you enjoyed its portrayal in my few lines.

          • Marie

            Most welcome, dear Fay! Thank you for sharing your beautiful poetry, my friend...

          • orchidee

            Good write Fay.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Thanking you kindly dear Orchi for your visit and read of Explosions.

            • Neil Higgins

              Steady Fay.I return from the North Yorkshire Moors,and find you scribing classical poetry again.
              Falls into orchestra pit,after too much Yorkshire hospitality.
              That's your fault Sean Bean!!

              • Fay Slimm.

                Ha - - well it's good to see you back posting again Neil after the venture into Yorkshire Moors -- gurt dangers I hear up in those parts where mud sucks suddenly all who step wrongly .......... seriously though tis a beautiful place to explore and has no doubt provided you will much to scribe.

              • Joe Dawson

                You find the heart of nature and bring it to light. Lovely. Joe

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Sincere thanks Joe -- nature is filled to overflow with subjects for poets like me.......... glad you enjoyed the read.

                • Accidental Poet

                  I used to go out quite often before sunrise to take pictures in that Golden hour. And your poem here describes the feeling perfectly Fay. Makes me want to grab my camera, but it's only 8:30 PM here. Beautiful poem Fay. 👍

                • Goldfinch60

                  Wonderful words Fay, us early risers see some wonderful sights in our Natures world.

                  Andy



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