No More.
Never this day again,
never this moment of potent sensation.
Cloud of such crystalline
shape will not again invade this skyline.
The lush sun's same display
will never re-form this grandeur again.
No more this moment's sheen
diamantéd on ripples adorning the sea.
Never again this morning
when silence eats into sound and form.
Nature's stage in this second
will not be repeated or displayed better.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2022 02:58
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'The lush sun's same display
will never re-form this grandeur again.
No more this moment's sheen
diamantéd on ripples adorning the sea.'
(I wish, Time
could Pause
between
blinks and hiccups
and allow
our gifted experience
of life
to linger and season
so we can, remember
our everyday commonalities
like we do
those peaks of emotional, highs
and lows...)
as-Ever, simply beautiful worded
dear Fay, thank you
a joy to read
'sheen diamantéd'
(I read and learn)
Your review is as ever so encouraging dear Mek - - - - - a myriad thanks for your visit and read of No More.
To quote our esteemed Poe, "...quoth the raven: Nevermore--"
How you effectively seep into the inner soul with a haunting refrain which is not precisely that, yet is.
Charming, haunting, beautiful.
Wonderful to read your work again, dearest Fay! Love you!
Ah - - a big bouquet of meant thank yous for your visit to read No More - - what a rewardingly close pen-friendship we shared of yore- -- it thrills me to recall how we both favoured archaic usage and I often missed reading your beautiful sonnets. Hugs and love from me too - hoping you post here again soon.
Such moments of crystalline clarity don't occur often and having past only a shadow remains - unless you manage, as you have here, to capture and tie it down, Fay.
Thanks
Thanks Dave for dropping by and for your kind comment - too true that moments when past leave only their shadow - - pity we writers cant bottle the awe of watching sunrise or set to better pen the thrilling bits later.
Certain times when Nature flashes her beauty that last momentarily. We are lucky when they happen before us, sad when they disappear. In all Nature is beauty. We see it, photograph it, paint it, and often just enjoy the moment.
What a lovely expression of this quirk of Nature, beautiful unto itself. Loved it. - Phil A.
Yes nothing like Nature for painting a picture that fades in a moment - Your thoughtful comment really embellished the theme Phil - --and thanking you dearly.
a moment captured & stilled .. never to be replicated as precisely as it was when glimpsed .. but oh' .. let there be ever so many more similar ones ...............what a serene meditation upon a brief recollection recalled ................. N x
You got it mon ami - - - indeed let that unique moment be embedded in brief recollection - -- this humble verse tries to bring back so many glimpses Nev and thank you for your review...............x
Sometimes it’s so much better to be in the moment , and be mindful .. especially in nature and in nice moments . A lovely writing 🙂 I especially love this line ‘ripples adorning the sea.’ Such softness in your words
Thank you indeed dear Violet for both your visit and the lovely comment.
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