evening drifts in quietly, brushing the room with a touch of gold.
memory leans beside me, unfolding its stories in gentle breaths.
the heart learns its own rhythm, steady as dusk deepening into night.
Of which country, sunset-lit
Eventide, out west
All that is native to it
Moveless, soundless are.
Age'd, withered, like unto
These folk, parkland benched?
"Insofar as shows we two
For tawny frogmouth
Perched a dead branch, camouflaged!
With grump's stare, afar".
Soft twilight
whispers in our dreams
dusk’s cool breath
silent hope
toast to gloaming, wander free
night’s gentle embrace.
While
watching
and melding
with diffused light,
as the hues so shift,
we are plunged into trance,
dancing with unbound delight,
whilst yet present in tranquil peace,
as sol waves goodbye from a distance
and this dream we have lived for a day ends.
At start of darkening eventide
The skyline brings lustre to one's eyes
As sun is slipping away from sight
The sky is a picturesque delight.
Trees grace the illustrious sunset
In serene, ebony silhouette
Stately they are standing in tableau
Against the radiant sunset show.
Time to let one's negative thoughts blow
Forgetting one's sorrows and their woe
To complete tasks waiting to be done
Afore one's dreamy dreams have begun.
In ethereal nightly gloaming
Lovers everywhere are out roaming
Beneath a magical starlit show
With a waning gibbous moon aglow.
Eventide, the sun sinks low
at the seashore, waters flow
Pre-dawn morning, streaks of magenta
heaven’s canvas fills, incremental
During life’s sunset years, in slowdown mode,
sidestepping environs that provoke strife,
our tranquil soul dwells in God’s heart abode,
invoking love mists that make us bliss rife.
Kindly eye looks at all with compassion,
tolerant to fault even if we’re scorched,
because where we dwell, love is in fashion,
wayward ego having long since been torched.
As dawn turns to dusk and night shifts to day,
with thoughts at rest and no load on our chest,
to the light that lights all lights, as we pray,
our presence is ensconced in heart’s bliss nest.
Having renounced desire, soul free from stain,
has broken free from earth life’s karmic chain.
I ask of the night why it slips into my bedroom and
extinguishes Earth's light,
He replied softly "I'm a jealous lover and my shade
of evening lies down beside you, as we bid the
augustness of the sun adieu."
I laugh and weep at the same time,
as I'm in love with the four season's soirees
he enchants my heart with.
Many years ago, walking slowly hand in hand
with my lifeguard lover on the sands of Fire Island,
I thought love's charms would last,
his fire with starlight, jewels of moonlight,
and kisses-
with summer's wane he faded into September's
wooing embrace.
Yet glorious eventide was always there,
and, as he filled my eyes with the swallow's flight,
he whispered breathlessly, "You are mine to keep."
Why are we drawn to the sunset,
enchanted by impending death,
as the skyline slowly exhales,
heightening rapture, breath by breath?
When polarities interchange,
before sol’s light melds with the night,
prismatic hues light up the sky;
a slow motion dance of delight.
Horizon acquires a red tinge
and soon crimson shifts to orange,
followed by yellow, green and blue;
violet completing the range.
Rainbow colours thus on display,
is a beauteous magic show,
seen by our eyes but felt by soul,
in time stretched tranquil stillness slow.
Sunset cajoles us to unwind,
laying labours of day to rest,
God Himself leading us to sleep,
to heal mind-body in love’s nest.
Eventide eases a discordant day
as peach amber contrails billow on high.
Pink ginger crawls throughout dark smoky gray
and fades as peaceful night’s cover grows nigh.
An informal jam of the waves below,
throbs in harmonic regularity.
The nourishing sounds, some high and some low,
invigorate with their sweet charity.
Muffled moans and grievous groans of the week,
adversity and conflict lose their sway.
Improbable dreams and hopes of the meek
a nearer realization away.
flowers shrubs plants trees birds beasts streams and rivers --- constant painting contest
the lenient sky
accommodating each shade ---
capacious canvas
Multicolor carpeted hills and vales invite each creature,
Seas and oceans and waterfalls enhance zestful feature;
Curls and furls of blooms and plumes narrate new nature stories,
Forms and shapes and folds and molds spread beyond territories...!!!
03 June 2023
A Monoku, Haiku and 4 lines of Rhyme - Same Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
i look up in the sky to see your essence
just to find out i have lost you
even though you were in a state of senescence
you should've remained you, the pretty you
i tend to find your invisible footprints
just to tell you about my day
a group of few acquaintances
say behind my back "it makes her feel gay"
your pen and artefacts lie lonely
cause there's no you
to fix the juxtaposition between these two
why is there no you?
i stare at the setting sun at eventide
i say "where's the proof?"
to the fact that you had a beautiful day
you say "don't you worry my pretty toon"
red ink spilled around?
hundred hearts bleeding hugely?
masterminded murder?
why does orange peep?
why does bold black blink about ---
midst mild melodies...?
rainbow reigns the realm
migratory birds fly back ---
humming souls in huts
25 May 2023
Sunsets
Beyond doubt I’m sure there could never be
Displays as lovely as sunsets to me
Changing kaleidoscopic shades of red
As sun descends to rest his drowsy head.
God’s evening scene at its glorious best
We upon earth are stupendously blessed
Sky is most picturesque at eventide
While world awaits moon and stars energise.
Though at times grey clouds blot out the sunshine
Because it’s raining somewhere and that’s fine
Downpour of rain’s vital for revival
Creatures of earth and mankind’s survival.
So whenever there’s a stunning sunset
The artist with His colourful palette
Paints the sky in the most delightful way
Treasure for pleasure at close of the day.
*+*+*
24th April 2023
the crepuscular frenzy
fades away symphonically:
in coral of late afternoon colors.
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