I came from darkness with my eyes closed, now I open them to see.
Evening's frayed shadowy blanket, that was imperceptibly pulled over an emerald satin sheet of grass, rolls back like molasses.
With its unfolding, night awakens to the caress of sunlight's fingers, wiping away darkness' dewy tears, clinging to reed eyelashes that frame a smoking watery glass eye of divination.
With the clearing mist, bubbling echos and the chittering of teeming life, reveal a mercurial pool, reflecting broken, spun, cobwebs of childhood dreams, sewn into pillowcase clouds, drifting on an upended sapphire sea of memories.
The evening's soot of sleep, swept away by radiant bristles of the sun's
broom, is tucked into the pockets of fading stars.
Here the inverted solar pendulum oscillates, swinging its refining forge to its peak, pouring molten gold from it's crucible.
Then, in its cooling arc of descent, to the horizon's sea, Helios donned in Heracles blood stained shirt, quenches the funeral pyre, leaving a sunset of fiery embers, from which he returns to an Olympian, warm, disheveled, death bed, dreamily, awaiting resurrection.
His repose reveals the hour when the stitching of the clouds are rent asunder, spilling, from those pockets of the milky way, the sparkling night's dust of imagination.
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Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi it's appreciated
The stunning imagery of each line fills my senses to the brim, in this beautiful poem. "cobwebs of childhood dreams, sewn into pillowcase clouds, drifting on an upended sapphire sea of memories", I love this so much. Your closing line captures it all dear friend, this is breathtaking!
Thanks so much Bella you are too generous. I so appreciate your comments. Please write some more poetry I look forward to reading your poems.
Absolute linguistic opulence! A joy to read!
Thank you so much for your most generous words they humble me.
Not generous; fairly measured. Well done!
Bigguy nailed it... a lot of modern verse is so stuffed with images and unexpected words it has little clear meaning or tone... this is mesmerizing and coherent and so sonorous it's perfect. I'm saving this one.
Thank you so much for the read and most gracious comments they are appreciated.
PS check for typos... descent, it's... but yes the last line is breathtaking.
Thanks I missed that one.
a captivating tale so well poured into a poetic form ..
and subsequently thoroughly enjoyed ..................... Neville
Thank you so much Neville for the read and most kind comment
'Here the inverted solar pendulum oscillates, swinging its refining forge to its peak, pouring molten gold from it's crucible.'
'His repose reveals the hour when the stitching of the clouds are rent asunder, spilling, from those pockets of the milky way'
(just a privilege to share this inking journey with you
watching your artform evolve
!!!BRILLIANT!!!)
I read and learn wise Poet
Your words mean a great deal L.B. Coming for one who has the heart of a poet, the mind of a philosopher, and the hand of a master.
lol
easy friend, I have to carry around
this big head of mine
you should know, I only gots a small neck
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