¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the Sun rose --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ at a time --
The Steeples swam ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ Squirrels, ran --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ Bobolinks -- begun --
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ softly ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the Sun"!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ set -- ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦¦¦ seemed ¦¦¦ purple ¦¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
A ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Gray --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ evening ¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ led the flock away --
(Blackout of Ill tell you how the Sun rose by Emily Dickinson)
this caramelise animation
with nearsighted obscureness
again darkly blushingly arrive
billions bespeckle ebulliently tilted
in balletic rioting
ebon will languidly linger
to tiptoe clockwise
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
Sun now dips down low
Twilight starts to glow
Tangerine skyline
At distance align
Like a honeyed dream
Beside a soft stream.
Dusk finds me
Life settles down
The light
It turns from me
Something stirs below
Darken sky
One eye
Ember gaze
No fear
It knows me
Close calm sure
A familiar shape
Dark wings gather around
Home.
One wing guards them all.
Like a wisp of smoke on the horizon,
just as elusive as the setting sun.
We mourn for the kind words left unspoken,
and for all the dreams broken, just for fun.
Reaching the twilight zone of my life
when tiny pieces of memories are the
most precious possessions of a meaningful journey,
my thoughts are flooded with unspoken words
as my mind wanders back to the poignant past
with love, some regrets, boundless yearning
for the days which once felt like staying forever.
a chance encounter on a weathered dock,
gossamer melting rays of sun fell on us,
I remembered the unsaid words,
which I and you should have uttered,
but strangely failed to.
Our eyes met, our lips quivered,
Our hearts almost burst into fragments,
but this was the only time,
not a word was voiced,
everything around us - remained hushed!
Is today the day the world, who witnessed the heartbreak,
wants us to speak,
Is today the day we no longer restrain
our throbbing hearts when I meet you
at this amber sunset,
when all the remnants of life blend together?
Or this day will again glide the same unruffled manner
as it had tiptoed away many years ago?
End of life satisfying.
Greater, lesser enrayed
Of aged light. Lorn-blown day's, dock's.
Sucks in a lone-swept man.
Through its profound, voiceless hush.
A true spirit-calming.
If but out whose throats hollowed
Deepest, for pelican!
swan bay, queenscliff. (circa 2002)
Day's End
At the day's end in that bit of light
Before slipping into the night
I look out over the land
Watching the birds with their departing planned
Then for a while it's quiet as the smudges of night take over the sky
And with its last breath the day says goodbye
As the birds settle in
Their night songs begin
One to the next in a gentle sweep
A call, a warble, a chirp, or a peep
As they relax into the nights ancient stand
The stars twinkle amid the dapples of a moonlit splendor's brand
Myself safe at home
Ready for my rest after the days roam
Distance
The illusion of change
Warmth willingly withheld
Prayers echoing
In a frozen valley
Blown awry
By vagrant winds
The silent serenade
Of unheard snowflakes
A bedeviled sun
Haunts the hoary horizon
As shivering shadows
Dance hazily
In the illusion
Of distance
The loons haunt the sunset
Whispered warning in the darkness
Alert the fawn as it slowly sips
A last golden arrow
Pierces the edges of nightfall
Tiptoes across the silent lake
Each ripple an unseen presence
Both prey and predator
Searching for each other
The moon square dances
With its prancing shadows
Changing partners on the wind
The stars hold their applause
classic cran companion tunelessly twirlingly retiring
noiselessly in normalcy ,
lambertia on the glowing stairway
and whispering sunberry reflection
with prim parallel pass .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
The sun sets in soulful silence,
Its blissful beauty paints pearlescent sky,
Lovely light spreads soft its peace,
Like learned Rumi ruminating;
Poets praise sighing Sol,
The welkin wonder soothes senses ~
A cool cause to glorify God.
(Note: "learned" is counted as 2 syllables.
It's wrongly mentioned as 1 syllable in www.howmanysyllables.com)
clouds
roof
quiet
soft settling
clouds drift and linger
the evening air gathers its calm
night folds gently around the roofline—copper dusk
fine clouds' amber blush
as day's final majesty
sinks below the sea
As feathered flocks soar across sinking sun,
and dusk descends on a silent sanctuary,
animals arrive at serene springs.
Fluttering feathers disturb solemn shadows;
rich reflections shine as birds brush,
beaks creating concentric rippling rings.
Silence settles on the haunted hollows.
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