Losing Light.
Imperceptibly losing light the night takes hold,
And quietly ushers day
Into a stupor of weary waiting.
Without ado
Birds flock by, winging their feathered way homeward
And as dusk dulls blue
A kind of aquiescence creeps around each tick-tock
Of late evening clock.
Finding quiet
The air relaxes as the liquid apricot
Of dying sun sinks in it's own streaky-pink duvet,
Sighing adieu.
Night will soon take over the reins and dictate terms
To deepening sub-hues.
Day done, clouds now billow softly away to spend
Dark hours
Planning next day's display.
Spiralling dreamtime means an evening as fine as this
Should be shared.
Ceilings of remembered midnight blue always remind
Me you went away.
I stay, still pretending you cared.
Kate Sparrow
Such a beautiful set of images, and such a sad ending! I love your use of color in this, it reads like a sunset, if that's possible! The rhyme is subtle and different - you almost don't notice the rhyme, it just flows! Well done.
Such a beautiful set of images, and such a sad ending! I love your use of color in this, it reads like a sunset, if that's possible! The rhyme is subtle and different - you almost don't notice the rhyme, it just flows! Well done.
Paul Chafer
Great lines - The air relaxes as the liquid apricot Of dying sun sinks in it's own streaky-pink duvet - and I can see you observing and writing this. A sad end though.
Great lines - The air relaxes as the liquid apricot Of dying sun sinks in it's own streaky-pink duvet - and I can see you observing and writing this. A sad end though.
Karin Anderson
The wonder of your imagery and the caligraphy of your heart curles into mine with such amazing beauty. You have painted a thousand sighs in the sky for me and the last lines close with sad, yet tender memories of lost love.
The wonder of your imagery and the caligraphy of your heart curles into mine with such amazing beauty. You have painted a thousand sighs in the sky for me and the last lines close with sad, yet tender memories of lost love.
Linda Winchell
Yes, fall is coming, the birds are gathering up to take their long flight back to wherever it is for the winter. God bless
Yes, fall is coming, the birds are gathering up to take their long flight back to wherever it is for the winter. God bless
Ency Bearis
Great imagery write and well described, wonderful poem.
Great imagery write and well described, wonderful poem.
sridevi
Fay ...this is so beautiful...vividly describing the dusk and the night...but the last two lines are my favorite...I stay , still pretending you cared...this gives a human touch to this ethereal verse...Kudos !!!Sri.
Fay ...this is so beautiful...vividly describing the dusk and the night...but the last two lines are my favorite...I stay , still pretending you cared...this gives a human touch to this ethereal verse...Kudos !!!Sri.
Scarlett Angel
this is so beautiful Fay ...as always you have painted a picture for us that draws us further into seeing through your eyes a scene that is so vivid
this is so beautiful Fay ...as always you have painted a picture for us that draws us further into seeing through your eyes a scene that is so vivid
Love, mentor, tormentor!...You said it so beautifully! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing