Dawn
This poem was inspired by this picture taken many moons ago. I hope you like it.
Cloaked in the silver light,
The world glistened steely bright,
The palms shivered in pure delight,
Proclaiming the return of the queen of night,
Singing songs to the drum beat,
Of swaying tree trunks in the breeze!
Chrome domed mountains guffawed blissfully,
Causing the vines to quiver endlessly.
We’ve won, we’ve won,” hollered the reeds
“Against the sun’s harsh light and heat,
The river gurgled cynically,
“Have you seen me become molten gold,
In the shimmering light of the setting sun,
What chance does the cold and clammy moon,
Have against the stately one? ”
The reeds responded in one clear voice,
“Have you seen us writhe and wither,
And fall as dead at your feet?
Have you noticed how the sun,
Makes every droplet of life retreat?
The Sun’s warmth, we do need,
And the moon light to us lead,
In our chosen paths so fine and free,
To live and love happily!
© 2020 _ Sofs aka Dawn
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Question of
Does the moon inspire you?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Do you like taking photographs of the moon?
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Yes
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No
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Such a lovely poem! Nature is always inspiring.
Nature can make you break out into poetry and music.
Beautiful song. I love the view of the moon.
Thank you Vidocka. I was not even sure if anyone would take a look at these posts since Virily decided not to approve them for five days.
“Have you seen me become molten gold,
the sound of a river, mixed with the exclamation was an epic line.
I love the structure you choose. As if riding on moonbeams each line is unique!
It is very kind of you good sir, to say so. I was inspired by this picture I had taken a few months ago.
i love the way you wove this all together. There is a famous poet in the US Ezra Pound. he once said this:
“poetry is something you can take to the garden to read.
fall asleep.
Upon awakening find an entirely new poem there.”
I have read some of Erzra Pounds works, I don’t subscribe to his thought tht good poetry should be impersonal. I think poetry that arises from deep emotions are sublime.
He struggled with his personal demons over the years. That changed the course of his personality and his writing towards the end.
I do agree with you, poetry is not impersonal ever.
True, I have read about him in American literature,as part of an honors course.