Nette Onclaud Poet Free verse

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Constance La France's Three Options in 1 Contest...24 Jul 2025...' oh my..a spectacle of glorious birds meeting night relieves me from any dark of sorrow.'

avian, radiant---3 syl count

Interlude

With keen eyes, I follow July’s evening
Spread its blended palette of amber tints,  
Of varnish 'midst interlude of showers
That  I enter into nature's mystique; 
Before me— an avian carousal 
A radiant skyscape where nightingales
And jays reel from warmth of moonlight, aflame
Circling within rare space of equinox:

Birds' flights slowly disengaging for now 
From interludes of pewter  pewter dew.


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Linda Alice Fowler August 1, 2025 at 8:52 AM I wanted to be flying with the wind Nette. Congratulations! :)

Constance La France August 1, 2025 at 6:09 AM Nette, congratulations on your win in my Three Options in I contest, I love your image and quote and your words are so beautifully penned, blessings ~

Paige Hind July 29, 2025 at 9:22 PM Lovely imagery! Love "pewter dews" and " Birds' flights slowly disengaging for now"

Paula Goldsmith July 28, 2025 at 11:21 AM Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. Have a blessed day with your win.........

Valsa George July 27, 2025 at 5:49 AM You have painted the twilight sky in the interlude between showers in such tantalizing beauty. The skyscape where colors blend and avian horde reel, is described in such a way that I feel I am watching the scene with my naked eyes! A lovely little poem, dear Nette.

Daniel Henry Rodgers July 25, 2025 at 7:26 AM Dear Nette, O' what a quiet ritual with July’s twilight brushed in amber, soft rain mingling with mystique. I see the birds in motion, moonlit and tender, a fleeting ballet within the equinox’s splendor. That image of flight fading into pewter dew lingers and so evocative, delicate, deeply felt. Your paintbrush painted the letting go with reverence. Summer Blessings, Dear Nette, Daniel