A tiny shaft of mystic gold
Reflected on the pond, a blur
The tranquil stars, of which would shine
At this, serenity would stir
A single, ivory-feathered dove
Glides overhead, stroking in grace
The fragile dimness of the dusk
Hints light of dawn, what but a trace
The daisy-speckled hills herald
Newfound enlightenment aloud
A songbird welcomes life amidst
Scanning the hillside, it feels proud
For all to come, and all that is
Unveiled in the path of the sunrise
A burst of triumph resides
In the new dawn's golden eyes
Author notes
I haven't been on in a while, so I decided to add my most recent written poem...=)
Written April 30th, 2005
A contest entry
- All About Nature by .
300 points, ended August 27, 2005, 7 entries
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Wonderful! I love the conclusion of this piece. The final line makes you stop and take a moment of thought ... "In the new dawn's golden eyes." Good metaphor! Best of luck in the contest.
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Beautiful imagery and word choice. Only thing I'd recommend: see if you can create come sort of syllable pattern with the lines. I counted many lines of 8, but then the last stanza had 8, 9, 7, 7. It's not even that important, but it makes the piece even stronger. Well done.
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