Alone with the colors of life
in her hands, she sits enthralled,
as nature paints an ever-changing picture before her.
As daystar descends towards water's gloom;
pastel skies darken to shades suppressed,
silhouetted pods of whale sound in dismay,
seabirds dip wings in evening flight,
wave's roar distanced as gravity pulls,
wind gusts peak then subside.
Dusk arrives; heralds the night.
In defiance, the heavens flame
then darken to pacific blue.
I love the fascinating way this builds to crescendo, then subsequently subsides... Wonderful poem, Dave.
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ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, one I would like to share at Whispers--
http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/
If you are interested, please send me a short bio with your poem. My email address is in the ad column published September 1. Thank you for considering this.
Karen O'Leary
Whispers' Editor
Karen O'Leary, this is quite a surprise, shock and an honor!
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Thank you!
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