A summer's night, the air is still
yet all around is heard earth's cadence.
Cicadas hum foretelling sunset
as feathers rustle in trees above.
A sleepiness embraces all
as twilight gently lays her cloak,
hint of zephyr breathes a goodnight kiss
and all is calm as night enfolds.
But warmth still beats a resonance
suffused throughout the darkened air,
it carefully percolates on low
until dawn awakens in rhythmic drumroll.
Just for now this miracle breathes
as in silence I feel a blessed witness
for if I move this magic spell will break
I cannot destroy this wondrous moment.
Author notes
Albert Einstein:
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
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A contest entry
- CONTEST 2: TAKE THIS QUOTE AND CLOSE YOUR EYES ... by FransB by FransB.
525 points, ended April 17, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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How beautiful! Not only a great take on the prompt but a trip into a warm evening. These well penned words exlict memories of many wonderful nights in the South.
Good luck in the contest
Jim
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This is beautiful. Thank you for the entry. I will certainly comment on all entries later.
Frans
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