Best Naturelight Poems
Outside, the moon is alone in the sky
and floats bright white in the ocean
of the great black-blue on high.
It illuminates slightly my surroundings,
giving everything the soft pallid hue
that makes everything something familiar,
though some things I have never seen.
All things being equal,
under the bright white moon,
I see the waves of grass
in neighboring lawns that I’ve never trod,
and I see the soft waves of the moon
dancing off the rooftops of houses
that I’ve never been welcomed in,
that contain neighbors that I’ve never met.
It’s cold out…
if the sun gives off heat in the day,
does the moon radiate chills at night?
The moon sheds its cold, emotionally bankrupt light
on everything I see.
Is this how I should be?
If this is how all emotional attachment ends up,
should I even bother?
Or better yet, should I wait for the moon,
that reopens my wounds just by shining on me?
Every time it comes into sight,
I can’t help but think of all the times
it left me dark and cold.
Should I wait for it to change,
or should I move on?
I can’t see why I should waste my time,
when there are other things that
can radiate a brighter and warmer light than this.
If I see it shining its light on others;
what light does it have for me?
SUNRISE
I rise from bed and open the window.
Stars of Cassiopeia and small aurora are still visible;
Venus hangs like a lantern in the eastern firmament -
Goddess unmistakably beautiful and strong,
Dominating the dark velvet void.
Dawn is a yet unborn child following the black drama of night.
In the uncertain hour before dawn,
In the twilight zone of heaven’s half-light,
Dawn seems fragile and may never succeed - still
A young half-awake day is turning back the dim
Dark cloths of night in a timorous start,
While I light my flickering candle.
Candle shadows on my wall : myth and reality changing constantly.
The pressing sun rounds the curve of the horizon :
The vault turns to dappled lighter shades of pastel.
I finish shaving and wash away the soap and the sleep.
Steady air not yet heated and land is black,
Silhouetted under the fragile heliotrope veil,
Ever-changing, embroidered
With golden and silver light across the azure blue.
As I put on coat and step out into the day
The sun peers cautiously at me over the whitewashed wall.
Out of the blue, dabs of sun tip the mountain peaks and spread down.
The warmth starts to drive away small clouds
Lit underneath with their glowing gold edges.
The empty empyrean floods with gold, becomes alive and certain.
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( Date of posting 24 April 2011 )
For Chris D. Aechtner's Contest "Your Recent Precious Gem"
The golden sun came out to play,
Lulled by the song of an empty day.
Casting a glow to light the dream,
She danced her rays upon the stream.
The depths that reach the silent tide,
Are born of hope from the prison inside;
To teach the bondsman how to praise,
The lovely warmth of sunlit days.
Perhaps the sun will wrap your soul,
With arms of light to make you whole;
Perhaps the sun will touch your face,
And fold you in her warm embrace.
Dance the path of silent sound,
And heal the wound that can’t be found;
For the sun can touch and the sun can heal,
All the sorrow that seems so real.
Soft vanilla sunshine,
Gleams it’s love on the horizon.
The essence of light echoes,
A pale radiance on the surface
Of tranquil waters.
The sun scribes vanillin verses to the sea,
Sonnets of light written on waters,
Romantic incantations grace the heaven’s,
Painting a love beyond the aquatic seascape.
The soft surge writes back to the sun,
Reciting in verse through the pleasant soothing waves.
The evening sky and passing clouds blush,
Witnessing the romance of the sun and sea.
In the rustic scene derived from the setting of the sun.
The leaves of the fern
Begin the rhythm of the forest.
The music of the woodland floor
Pulsates to the rise of the sun.
The morning...mists dissipate in silent beats
Playing to every lead from the composer above.
Dapples of light pierce the canopy
Dancing atop the undergrowth’s skin.
Reflective light serenades...the complimentary
Colors of nature...as the day begins.
The cantata of Spring’s movement reverberates
The forest walls with echoes of wildlife sounds.
Nature’s mellifluous voice...graces the day.
Melodic tones of the chanting thicket,
Boundless in splendor...in harmonious hums.
Soft chirps...in a soothing ambience.
Elegant masses of birds lilt the air.
Amongst the sun and shadow,
An array of serenity dazzles the calm,
Displaying the beauty of nature.
The woven...movement shifts,
To the euphonious of a gentle rain,
As the acoustic waves chase the sun,
Dulcet tones begin to wind down,
As the fern plays its’ sonata of praise.
In its’ natural role in the forest.
The lush...fern bows with its coppery...red leaves,
As the curtain of night begins to close.
A standing ovation emerges at dusk
From the chattering...crickets...chirping applause.
trickle sound of water running
scattered spots of shade and sun
pool hose ripple shadows echo
reflex refraction scarce begun
geometric light equations
hypnotizing sights that run
morning dreams and light reflections
blend in easy folding fun
soft breeze conducting dancing palms
As higher pines display their charms
upright cones stand in ovation
to every moving shade of green
time held still in contemplation
eternal joy so seldom seen
Tip a glass in admiration
Spill a drop or two to those
Who ever stopped to smell a rose
Before these days began
~a sea gull’s swift flight
over waves, shadow as kite
last catch before night
~choppy waves reflect
birds of sea by light inspect
dead fishes’ bisect
~shad fish seek cover
fish schools shield each the other
surrogate mother
~ocean waves relent
light of day energy spent
sea smells of salt scent
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And contest: What’s The Buzz
The midnight stars still gleam:
and the dark sky just beams
with the light bouncing off the stream
by the end of the night it always seems
as the day goes by the light controls my dreams
The light poem
The digital light of the man made city shatters night’s darkness
Night’s peacefulness
Organical night
Night’s ability to make one self more in touch with matters more than at hand
But at the source
Crashing into the solar energy of organic light during day
The light of life meets the light of death
Tell me where light comes from
I ask science
He laughs
Light is a creator
Royal blue ocean no wind smooth as glass
Not a ripple as far as sight travels glistens
Warmth is represented in the reflection… I listen
And wait for life to evolve into itself
Mother earths children are gifted with mathematical light
The perfect angle… man calculating how to survive, using sun’s rays
The sky is the page measuring the rotation of stars and tracking the ages
Light that was produced when we were yet to be
Has finally reached us
Look up
Energy created millions of years ago is touching your face
meandering creek reaches conclusion
finds silence and reverence
in shadow of seclusion
subdued light gives deference
off road and traveled way
finds silence and reverence
in shadows secrets stay
as the land knows no time
off road and traveled way
in reflections it finds divine
the creek finds its place
as the land knows no time
moments spent give moments’ grace
time blessed and true
as the creek finds its place
meandering creek reaches its conclusion
subdued light gives deference
in shadows secrets stay
in reflections it finds divine
moments spent give moments’ grace
In ancient times, marked in Celtic clans
There are stories told, and legends formed
And rituals would unfold
The apples were pressed, to make an ale for wassail toasts
To warm the host, when snow skimmed off the wind
This was when the whole world measured time
This is when the light would turn around
This is where the past would come undone
Where a spinning earth would mark a new beginning
Let's go back in time, to when it all began
Take me to the breaking of new dawns
There are moments keen with memory as bright as fire
Scalding pagan songs as the Druids worshipped sun
Reverse o' time, as ebbing is reborn
A returning journey sails across the sky
Deep within harsh winters steely breath
Let me meditate, and join a dance among the trees
I'll hide my face, a masquerade, a mask in covered straw
Disguise the Mummer's call, with chants of Celtic lore
Where the Yule log fire burns for twelve dark days
And ashes kept, the next year blessed
Weave the ivy and the holly branch once more
The wreaths are made to hang upon the doors
To keep all strong, against all spirits dire
So when spring arrives, seeds will sprout and grow
Oh, radiant sun, stretch the day, shorten night
Return earth's darkness into light
This is where the light will turn around
This is where the past now comes undone
For Debbie's contest "Winter's Holy Days"
Celtic/Winter Solstice
The clouds are dark,
And scary,
Not a single star is twinkling,
The sky looks dense and without any glitters!
The clouds and the moon are lark,
Although its very dark!
Frequent moving clouds..
As if its a race!
And the moon is hides itself,
Somewhere in between the clouds!
The moon is in a playful mood,
Playing hide and seek,
Taking full pleasures,
Of the dense clouds.
Yet its brightness cannot be hidden,
The light penetrates through the clouds,
All its trials..
were a vain effort!
The scenery is photogenic,
Worth to be captured,
Its eye catching and magnificent!
The gibbous phase of moon,
is enhancing its beauty.
Duskier the clouds,
Shimmering were it looks.
It may be our urge,
To see the ray of light in the dullness,
That made the moon looks-
The brightest and the best!
Form:
A glinting light fabricated under wilting hallows;
Yet darkness reigns as truth through fallow lanes runs hoarse and shallow;
So light as heaven's feather be the turns of ray and shadow.
Beauty blooms
As the bright sun rises
To the great light blue sky
Drops of due lays over the light green
grass
The smell of freshness fills the air
Hear birds singing
See life begaining
Day dreaming
Beauty every where my eyes can see
perfect picture moment
The evening sky rests upon a cobalt blue comforter
As pinpoints of light descended downward through the heavens
Constellations standing steadfast in a slow drift
As the earth rotates slowly beneath them
From Orion to Ursa Major
They stood together for the casual viewer
I have often wondered how that star that stands alone
Feels in its seclusion
Sometimes the loneliest star shines the brightest
But will we appreciate its beauty?
Lost in a cast of “billions”
Some have long burned out
Appearing only as a memory
Passed on from light years away
Diamonds that glitter in an endless sky
A voice that drowns in its silence
As planets tiptoe slowly
an eternal dance unfolds
In Blue
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