NIGHT
By other than the practised mind
no words expressed, no epithet,
can best describe the hidden night
where Sirius casts his rays
and moonlight silvers flexing grass.
Where filtering light suggests the scene
contracting to the moulded hills
and wooded slopes where mighty oaks,
in slumberous strength and ivy coated,
stand against a lustrous moon.
Where just beyond untutored verges
saplings, brush and bramble jostle,
bound as one, denying passage
to all but timorous woodland creatures
nestling deep in safe repose.
Where murmurings of wavering reeds,
in conference with the night time breeze,
form dark unscripted boundaries
astride the lapping water’s edge
where flecks of white define its lie.
By other than the practised mind
no words expressed, no epithet,
can best describe the vista veiled,
the compass scored in monochrome
within the nights obscured embrace.
Michael Edwards © October 2015
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- Comment from author about the poem: Bit longer than the last few postings. This was influenced by the writings of Thomas Hardy who used the term Practised Minds and which I unashamedly adopted in this poem. I am currently reading Anne Bronte who is another one of a whole bunch of past authors who use the language to its full potential (theirs is the language of poetry) - if only there were modern writers who did the same !! Plus another acrylic semi abstract
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Thanks MICHAEL for another excellent poem and complementary painting. Both are modern (free verse) but very meaningful ~ Yours BRIAN Please check my latest poem and fusion ~ Thanks B
Thanks so much Brian.
This poem is just excellent! A pleasure to read! I really like the painting too. A masterpiece!
Thank you Christina - it's great to get such encouragement.
Captured everything beautifully.
Amazingly awesome write
Really grateful for your kind comment Tony
Welcome
This ia a beautiful description of night from a "practised mind." Should that be "contrasting" in stanza 2? Your poem is pure poetry and great art. Please don't be offended by my dumb question.
I love your work. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil. I really appreciate your kind words and not a dumb question at all. One of the many meanings of the word is coming together or being part of. This use of the word has nowadays fallen by the wayside but was used in this context in the past by many of our great classical authors including the great Hardy himself.
Thank you. I am enlightened.
What a mesmerizing reflection of a night scene bathed in cool light, in verses so unique.
Another one from the past. Thanks so much for looking in.
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