Sun silver shimmers
spewed from glowing ball
play within her guarded path.
Beneath life-giving glow
slivers jump craftily o’er
watery waves rushing sandy shores.
With rapid movements they
frolic to and fro
caressed by loving heavenly glow.
Haze of misty shroud
fade brightening glow of ball
scattering shimmers in its wake.
Veiled from silver slivers
she anxiously climbs the bay
her flock through haze to see.
Slivers of silver have ceased
their shimmer on watery shore
awaiting in silence another day.
Author notes
A walk on the beach at early morning.
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Excellent
A wonderfully inspiring creation.
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Ah Frans!
I love your nature poems. Somehow you are fascinated by both nature and God's creatures -- and this awe results in truly wondrous personification in all of your poems.
Here, in this glowingly beautiful poem, Sun, the mother of her flock, slivers of silver shimmers, goes about her daily chores: to create, to care and to see and let see; to grow from dawn to dusk; and to LET grow. Gently the poem progressed in its striking alliterative phrasings, dancing its beauty, until serenity and breathless rest settled in the last stanza.
Did you read the IM I sent you on this poem? Please let me know.
Thank you, Frans, for this upliftment. Enjoy your day there in "my" part of this world.
Edengroete
Myra
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