Open Poetry #44 |
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Vespertine as a Terzanelle |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
There is a stillness on the lawn, Ensconcing earth in soothing balm That only comes with day's begone. Comes vespertine, comes evening's calm, Falls soft the night from heav'ns above Ensconcing earth in soothing balm. Like cooing of the mourning dove, As 'cross land's scape dark shadows lengthen, Falls soft the night from heav'ns above. In warm glow of Luna's strengthen, Comes splendor of night's welkin grace, As 'cross land's scape dark shadows lengthen. As man and beast come face to face With jeweled firmament of heaven's vault, Comes splendor of night's welkin grace. While stars shine bright in night's exalt, There is a stillness on the lawn, With jeweled firmament of heaven's vault, That only comes with day's begone. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Nice poetic reflections. A nice soothing read. The last verse brings it on home. That vespertine is serpentine in the way it entraps the soul with it's incoming magic. Eric |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sir, it is good to see you writing again. This is beautiful...thank you. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
this is a beautiful write...and I just love 'archaic' words. Had to look up 'welkin', but you use it so well...nice craftsmanship...very nice |
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