Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Falling Eve


The air, now crisp and thin, like old lace
frames the calming sunsets
which are a dichotomy of torrid fire, 
a slow moving sentinal
repeating the habit of farewell

Air that carries a type of chill
easily blocked by a silk scarf
yet still able to blow memories
into the listening ear
of a familiar Song of adieu.

For just this vitreous moment
the silence is quantum
speaking of an eternity
of rhythmic forordination 
that is our destiny while we are here




 

7 comments:

Bob Bushell said...

Wow, that is a number 1 of cloud formation. I LOVE IT.

Mage said...

This is excellent. Do you really need to capitalize each phrase? Do you need that"but?" All those years of writing classes attune me to each poem I see these days. There's a magazine I get called http://www.pw.org/magazine...you might enjoy it. I do.

Thanks so much for the lovely note. I got several caring notes today that bouyed me up. And too, I am knocked over with the power of that shot. Thanks.

messymimi said...

A day you don't want to see end!

Red said...

Spectacular sunset today.

Linda Reeder said...

What a combination, beauty in words and photo, inspired by nature. Lovely.

Mage said...

Yes, it was brave of me. LOL
Yes, too, check and see if your local college or university has a workshop. I went to one sponsored by my local 2 year college for over 8 years, and it was simply wonderful. I'm a better writer because of it. :)

Have a great day.

Pauline said...

Beautifully written - big, happy sigh.