in bone chill dead of night
salt of hope
catches upon a shivver
far, far easterly
glows the glimpse of promise
pleasing of mindseye
stirring of heart
oh that these final
frozen hours shall pass
and haunt of amber
neath far distant cloud
bring forth majestic
heat of life and light
laden trees
of lofty feather
readily speak in song
of expectant rejoice
catching mauves blending
to pink ribboned strata
painting the soft
purpled velvet underbelly
of a sky - heavy in its
pregnant anticipation -
with dunes of golden edged
burnt pink lustrous glory
casting wakeful hue
elevating landheld darkness
into a mystery
of luminous mistings
each and all awaiting
the first shock brilliance
of Sol the exhalted
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Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2022 06:19
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You have extolled the virtue of poetry in this masterpiece. It was like you were there in person.
I have a vivid imagination LOL. I was deffo there at the writing though. Thank you Paul.
This was so vivid. I caught every hue and every hue directed from this beautiful piece. đź‘Ť
That really pleases me. This was written whilst imagining what it would be like for early man waking pre dawn in the cold months and longing for sunlight.
Perfectly expressed the oncoming of dawn my dear friend - - your pen excelled in this wonderful tribute to Sol arising - - into my list of favourites this gem of a read goes.
Thank you Fay. I know you have written many beautiful pieces about the dawn so I really appreciate your words here.
And its top marks from me - a stunner of a write.
Theres a limerick in there somewhere.....
while trying to stifle a yawn
he wrote a few lines bout the dawn
how cold it could get
when the sun aint up yet
well it's better than writing some porn
Thank you M.E.
Pregnant with vivid images, and colors it beams with brightness.
I couldn't find words to describe the actual sun appearing...so i cheated LOL.... leaving you all pregnant with expectation of the sun....
A poetry so epic
Crafted and gilded with the majestic words displaying the sunshine and a beautiful imagery takes me on a ride…
A piece of poetry giving hopes of sunrise…when I thought it was sunset…it gives me hope of sunlight…thank you so much dear dusk for arising hopes in my mind …those lines with which you open…tells me frozen hours shall pass, sunlight shall soon greet my life…loved each every stanza…thanks a ton for sharing this piece ….
To early man the sunrise must have been an epic event itself..... i wrote trying to imagine intelligent early mans awe. I'm pleased you enjoyed this spiller.
Stunning lines and imagery. Wonderful poem.
Thank you Rozina.
Wonderful words d a, Sol is so very important in our lives.
Andy
Not half, though i don't get to see it much, even have to take vitamin D pills.... grrr at being housebound 'at-risk' - it's been nearly two years now......
To quote Queen......
. . . "I want to break free"
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