Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Mounting the Hill

to the east
a full moon
mounting
the hill
it's size
bigger
than any ego
i've ever seen

to the west
a departing sun
not ready
to surrender
as she blushes
in crimson
splashes

cement stacks
lashing back
lavender streams
against the edges
of duskiness

me
caught 
in the middle
of a battle
over the first
clear skies
this week

stilled
like the air
as the first star
appears 
above

my wishes
now adrift
in the rift
of darkness

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Frederic Parker March 27, 2020 at 3:45 PM to sit in the peace and quiet and ponder... a very relaxing poem...congratulations

Brenda Chiri March 27, 2020 at 12:15 PM Sandy congrats on your top win!;)

Caren Krutsinger December 13, 2019 at 7:34 AM Delicate and delightful, my poetic friend. Sandra Adams December 13, 2019 at 9:52 AM Thank you my friend...it was a beautiful sight to see, even if it was our only clear day this week... hugs

Jeff Connelly December 12, 2019 at 5:12 PM I love the almost battle of duality Sandra. I saw the same thing this morning but it was the moon that was setting to let the sun rise. Your wording of a big ego is excellent. This morning's moon look huge. Sandra Adams December 12, 2019 at 6:33 PM I saw it again this morning as well..it was truly beautiful and the moon was very big both last night and this morning! Thank you... :)

John Hamilton December 12, 2019 at 8:32 AM Great write seems insufficient, words and phrases used are from a gifted muse, lovely imagery Sandy, another WOW poem! Sandra Adams December 12, 2019 at 8:38 AM Thank you John. Any words are sufficient truly. I appreciate your visits :) hugs

Chris Green December 12, 2019 at 7:10 AM Beautiful poetry at it's finest. I too witnessed the rising moon at the same time the sun was setting. It was magical and gorgeous and mesmerizing...just like your poem my friend. You paint the most wonderful scene when nature touches you heart and your pen. Sandra Adams December 12, 2019 at 8:36 AM Thank you Chris. It surely was a magical scene. It almost made me forget how cold it was outside :). Hugs

Vijay Pandit December 12, 2019 at 7:08 AM Exquisite scenery-- moon and sun both adorning your sky--enjoyed the light in your verses on the edges of dusk--awesome poetry, as always, Sandy. Sandra Adams December 12, 2019 at 8:37 AM Thank you so much Vijay I hope you were able to witness the same beauty last night :) hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis December 12, 2019 at 5:21 AM Mesmerising writing dearest, Sandra. Loved it! Sandra Adams December 12, 2019 at 8:34 AM Thank you Demetrios. :) it was a beautiful sky ... hugs

Running Wolves December 12, 2019 at 5:12 AM Wishes are never adrift in darkness above every dark cloud is sunshine and blue skies, and at night they travel among cosmic light... Sandra Adams December 12, 2019 at 8:34 AM Perhaps but I sent them adrift in the darkness ... thanks Robert. :)

Na Na December 11, 2019 at 10:01 PM I liked this. First time I ever heard the word duskiness. Awesome. Great image. Thanks for sharing this Sandra Adams December 12, 2019 at 4:56 AM Thank you Gregory I like using different words sometimes. :) hugs