Open Poetry #48 |
Vespertine |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
It is the hour of setting sun, When once again, the day is done, I flee the din of urban sprawl, And seek the soothe of twilight's fall. Along the path to Wilson's creek, Knowing not of what I seek, It matters not, what I will find, For in sun's set, comes peace of mind. A meadowlark sings forth the field, And in its song, all wounds are healed, For in the calm of day's surcease, Springs forth the balm of night's release. It is the hour of vespertine, As Venus ope's her eyes to shine, Upon the earth in regal render As muses sing of heav'nly splendor. I stand alone, on Kansas plain, Listening to dusk's refrain, It is as if, I've taken flight, And left this world with come of night. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Nicely done. Such majestic settings. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOVE it!!!!!!!!!!! Owl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
A lovely , soothing poem here, Tim. Very well done. Ida |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A pleasure to read...James |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Ah man, this was just what I need to read tonight. Peaceful and serene, almost to a magical scale, yet completely down to earth. Very enjoyable read... quite soothing. Michael |
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