While visiting family in the Ozarks this weekend I was treated to a gorgeous sunset which triggered a memory of another long ago. This piece is written in a form developed by EW Richardson which he has named 'Nocturne 143'.
Twilight
When sun slips through scarlet
In the mountains, a breath is heard
Deeply inhaling honeysuckle and pine,
Sipping of moonshine and clear water,
And capturing the stillness of twilight
This... a memory born as time
Claims another day, another moment
Of scarlet sky and sweet silent perfection
"...Of scarlet sky and sweet silent perfection," must be the most soothing line I've read in a long time. The whole thing is a colorful lullaby set in a place most of us only dream about.
Lovely words from a lovely writer/poet. - Bill
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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peace and love, Carole~
"...Of scarlet sky and sweet silent perfection," must be the most soothing line I've read in a long time. The whole thing is a colorful lullaby set in a place most of us only dream about.
Lovely words from a lovely writer/poet. - Bill
Cheers,
Dan
It's not just occasion here but what it inspires within you, the outer words expressing the inner beauty and peace of heart.
John
Nothing so breathtaking as a beautiful sunset and your words do a wonderful job of coloring it.
Mary
With Love,
Cindy
Regis
hugs
Fee