So tranquil is our landscape,
Calm in its everest blue.
The summer moon, full in its splendour,
Keen for the watcher,
Gone apace the sprinkled dew.
Beauty few grasp to elate.
Reverent, spiritual night,
Sing silent to the heavens.
Weep with the morn', weep joy over all,
Even light can fall.
Gentle, mortal eloquence.
Godly harmonies take flight.
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Greetings
There Is something special about an early morning moon in a hazy blue sky. Enjoyed reading.........stan
Thank you
Doh! caught a-gain by the it/s/'s troll. Thanks for pointing that out Rosi, and the grasp/ed thing, I didn't even notice. Reading it as 'grasp' is much better and makes sense. Thank you for your help and comments.
Spot on Stan i'm glad you enjoyed this little piece.
I tend to refer to nature a lot, but it's nice to get stuck on something so simple, in awe of just that.
Sometimes my 'poetry' makes no sense really, it's like doodling in art, or improvisation on guitar, a feeling toward wordplay and sometimes the meaning is irrelevant.... I'll post one of 'those' next, should be a little, uh, interesting (embarrassing):P
Edit to add: I was just wondering, what style of poem would this be? structure-wise?
Thank you Lonnie
The nice thing was that the words basically poured themselves out to the rhythm of the rhyme.