The loons haunt the sunset
Whispered warning in the darkness
Alert the fawn as it slowly sips
A last golden arrow
Pierces the edges of nightfall
Tiptoes across the silent lake
Each ripple an unseen presence
Both prey and predator
Searching for each other
The moon square dances
With its prancing shadows
Changing partners on the wind
The stars hold their applause
classic cran companion tunelessly twirlingly retiring
noiselessly in normalcy ,
lambertia on the glowing stairway
and whispering sunberry reflection
with prim parallel pass .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
The sun sets in soulful silence,
Its blissful beauty paints pearlescent sky,
Lovely light spreads soft its peace,
Like learned Rumi ruminating;
Poets praise sighing Sol,
The welkin wonder soothes senses ~
A cool cause to glorify God.
(Note: "learned" is counted as 2 syllables.
It's wrongly mentioned as 1 syllable in www.howmanysyllables.com)
clouds
roof
quiet
soft settling
clouds drift and linger
the evening air gathers its calm
night folds gently around the roofline—copper dusk
fine clouds' amber blush
as day's final majesty
sinks below the sea
As feathered flocks soar across sinking sun,
and dusk descends on a silent sanctuary,
animals arrive at serene springs.
Fluttering feathers disturb solemn shadows;
rich reflections shine as birds brush,
beaks creating concentric rippling rings.
Silence settles on the haunted hollows.
The last faint glimmers of yesterday fade
The flooding eve carries dark the remains
And pour upon the page of the great annal-book,
Open layed
The day's discoveries
Losses and victories
And the stark realities man tries evade
To only be to be faced some further day—
Scribed on some further page
Like memories regaled in our old age
That prick truth strange
Friends and enemies interchange
Love spreads wide its wings
Comforting
As we look on fragile things
Dreams and hearts shattered along the way
That seem now where the bitter walks of destiny
Trailing to an end befitting a life story
None may know, but me.
Out in the yellow ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the bee
Hums ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Spring,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sweet notes ¦¦¦¦ the larks ¦¦¦ wing,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ wander ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ now? or ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ then? for now,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the larks ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ pour showers:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ May is on the flowers,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ shadows dance ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
What's this, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ change
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the grace
Of heaven ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ earth in ¦¦¦ embrace.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ heart, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ to feel ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Look, ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ see
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the sun's decline:
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ even in death divine,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of Modern Love XI: Out in the Yellow Meadows by George Meredith)
fireproof ruby
on the humming horizon ,
outsail our venturesome
stillness prolonged .
fluttering gloriously
my narcissus !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
Sun's passion in soft carnation pink
pink ink in lapis lazuli sky
Sky dazzling in bright colours sunlit
sunlit is that wistful twilight sigh
Sigh disclosing gloaming arcana
arcana which won't simply vanish
Vanish from horizon's shadows dark
dark dusk saga that sorrows banish
{A poem without the letter 'E' using chain rhyme}
Tired from a long day of travel, she descends into the evening sleep.
Seeing upcoming rest from the soft, smooth ripples of the ocean.
Waving as she dives into the waters of color, only to emerge anew.
The quiet path becomes covered with darkness.
A sea of calmness only colors of the deep can see.
Small trickles appear in a quiet night; the only bright light a small friend.
She rises anew to say good morning; her refreshed light appears
Colors of the ocean are seen; brightness becomes all
The waves of the ocean are stretching for her alarm was sounding.
It was 10:35, August 21
I woke up, and through the window
The rain gone, there's only the sun
I love the rain, I've been loving sorrow,
Perhaps, I'm done for things undone,
And there's nothing really to do
But face my own new year through.
The street was long, endless really
My sweat drew maps on my shirt
The street was long, leading nowhere simply,
All in all, below the asphalt is earth
Despite the wails of motorcycles and cars
Sooner now, I'll be back to the stars.
For now the flowers still smile a smile,
But the food have become tasteless
All that remains of what Time defiled
Sooner too, they'll wilt, in baselessness
Continuing anyway for one more mile
As there's nothing to do, more or less.
The sea wind welcomes me
Like a woman's hand on my hair.
Years drift to the limited continuity
I laughed because I could not despair.
With a pudding in my hand, no sorry
For the sunset falling over me.
Aug. 21, 2026
sun slips low~
a yolk spread thin
across the quiet sky.
heat softens the horizon;
clouds lift like cooling steam.
evening takes the plate,
slow and deliberate,
as summer finishes its bite.
sun tracks low in sky
sets in fiery bursts of reds
leaving earth aglow
trees are dressed in stained glass leaves
fall proudly makes its entrance
the day exhales once
small truths drift toward silence
nothing asks for more
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