The Play

FredPeyer

The sun kisses the ocean

On the far horizon

Playing peek-a-boo

With little offsprings

Of stray clouds

While dusk dresses up

For his daily appearance

Holding back night

Just to get a few more

Minutes on the stage

But night is relentless

And not to be denied

Every day we watch

The interplay of

These familiar actors

Even though we know

The outcome is predictable

We are drawn to the play

With its light show

Its ever changing scenery

Set in motion by

A master choreographer

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2018 00:33
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 40
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Comments7

  • Michael Edwards

    Well your muse is musing Fred and love the metaphorical concept of this fine write.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks Michael, the whole world is a stage!

    • Goldfinch60

      Beautiful write, the changing day is beautiful in it ways and as with all nights we know that morning will come, and in our lives Fred we have seen many of them.

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks Goldie, and hopefully we will see many more!

        • Goldfinch60

          I sincerely hope so.

        • orchidee

          A fine write Fred.

          • FredPeyer

            Thank you Orchie! I am trying, doesn't always work out, but once in a while something good does come out of my fingertips (used to be the pen).

          • kevin browne

            your a clever poet, Fred, you delve into am realm of beauty which captures the imagination and that''s what makes a great poet. standing behind life on the stage of delving deep into your imagination open up the curtains to reveal the true you. a very well written poem here and I love it all. perfectly staged, my friend.

            • FredPeyer

              Thanks Kevin, for a wonderful comment! Sometimes I do think our life is just a play, we are the actors, and somebody else is running the show.

            • Christina8

              This is wonderful, Fred! I love how you wrote this. My favorite play of all. (When there is a sun to be seen :-))

              • FredPeyer

                Thanks Christina, you are right, there are days when we don't see anything. Got up at 3am to see the trifecta moon, unfortunately all I saw was a reddish glow reflected through the clouds. Some sunsets are like that too, but the really gorgeous ones make up for all the ones we don't see. Just like in life. Some days are so-so, but are made up for by the gorgeous ones.

              • skyebellasario

                You really are a wonderful poet Fred, loved this!

                • FredPeyer

                  Thank you skye! Not so sure about the 'wonderful', but delighted you liked it!

                • Lexi_lg

                  im just starting to write poetry can you look at mine account and maybe comment on them or something



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