Faraway where clinging clouds
obscure the purple mountains
and effervescent waterfalls
mist air with rainbow hues.
Where clear sweet streams
through sodden earth,
burst forth in bubbling fountains,
soft white phantoms in the sky,
glide by in lazy queues.
Evening shadows softly creep
across the craggy valley;
deep mysterious pools reflect
the gold and damson sky.
Here, floating webs
that spider spun
ensnare in ghostly ballet,
glistening globules left behind
by twilight’s misted eye.
Tracery of silvered trees
absorb moon’s gentle glowing,
and debris from the falling stars
descends through velvet night.
An echo of
a sad refrain
from Pan’s sweet pipe is flowing,
calling ancient spirit wings
to iridescent flight.
Aurora wakes and night is done
My spirit flies and I am gone.
Author notes
This is not new - I have posted it before. However any advice on how to improve this poem would be gratefully accepted.
I can use it to try and awaken a poetry muse that is in hibernation. :-)
Comments
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Oh this poem is so drmatic and wonderful.
I like your thought's, your thinking and your beautful mind and brain.
And thsnk you for commeting the father I never knew.
Love Meagan Jane(sweet Jane)
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Vivid
I saw all the colors and felt all the feelings. It was as easy to read as it was hard to understand and that is a good thing. Thanks for the thoughts and words.
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