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Dust At Twilight

Wayward winds stir up dust as twilight calls As tangerine hues streak across the sky Shadows creep along the path as night falls The empty page before her seems to sigh She hoped stars would give her muse wings to fly And those stubborn words would begin to flow In their twinkle her words might find their glow But her muse had no shine it was not there There are times your muse decides not to show Leaving just an blank page on which to stare 2-9-2022 D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France

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Constance La France

Date: 2/14/2022 3:14:00 PM

Joseph, congratulations on your Third Place win in my D Form-Dizain contest with your wonderful poem ~ Constance

Joseph May
Date: 2/15/2022 5:23:00 AM

Thank you for my placement Constance

Brandy Nicole

Date: 2/9/2022 7:45:00 PM

"The empty page before her seems to sigh" Oh, my ! I know this feeling. Words seem to find you when you least expect it. So wonderful indeed. This is beautiful in so many amazing ways, and I am placing it in my favorites. :) Hugs, Brandy

Heidi Sands

Date: 2/9/2022 1:53:00 PM

So true Joseph, how this can happen. You wrote a beautiful poem about it and I like the line about the stars. :)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 2/9/2022 12:38:00 PM

I enjoyed the welcome of twilight in its charming colors. Looks like she arrived today without the wings of inspiration. Well done in this lovely form Joseph, as you adorned the blank page.