cool grey-tongued shadows
lick the violet face of dusk
birds and fish hover
on either side of the water-skin
wrapped in ribbons of moonlight
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17 comments:
I have always found dusk magical. With its colors and its timing. A day on the verge of getting over, and time to think of the valuable tomorrow that awaits us. Time for reflections, planning and hoping. And preparing to dream.
A magical thought, steven.
There's nothing like dusk (when it's not raining)
Very poetic - I like the violet face of dusk Steven.
Stevn, these words are magical and are beautifully phrased.
Your poetry becomes ever more complete.
Thank you for your comment on my Sunday Snippet. If you would like a copy of my book, Steven, email me and I will send it as a token of the pleasure your poetry has given me.
I love to take a walk at twilight. There's something quite magical and otherworldly just after the sun has set.
Birds and fish in communion with the water-skin between. Way to look closely and imagine, feel yourself in their world.
The blue of dusk is a blue that is difficult to capture, but you've done so here, hovering, well wrapped.
hello sg!! i like the way everything seems to slow down at dusk. a gathering together of the day. the birds quieten and the trees still. steven
ha friko! i like rain any time of the day (or night)! i blame that on growing up in manchester! steven
weaver - some evenings it's closer to pink but most i see on the very humid days of summer are closer to pale purple with a slight hint of cornflower blue. steven
aguja - thanks for your very generous offer! i'd e-mail you except that i don't have your e-mail address! steven
tess - it's interesting to me that light qualities and the place of a moment in a day can affect the way we perceive the relationship we have with the world. steven
ruth - i wanted to say more about that but the words weren't there. i think i said them in another piece of writing a few months ago. steven
terresa - it draws down into the earth and pulls away upwards into the sky and we hover at the finest point of the hourglass between the two. steven
Wow this really has a magical quality to it. I love the phrase 'wrapped in ribbons of moonlight' because not only do you get a beautiful image, but you could almost touch them.
Great piece.
spangle thankyou! as i mentioned in an earlier reply to a comment, there was more to this but the words escaped me. steven
Yes, Steven. You've described it perfectly.
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