Omens.

 

Omens.

 

I chased this evening
evening's fading, streak-framed
silver tin-foiled filigree
tied to grey-as-granite mountains.

I watched tinted fate 
wave farewell, viewed night's
comforting planet parade
fired from dark un-starred silence.

I walked under change
of ethered hues, dusk-mooned 
sickle-upright, orb-faced 
smiling thru' dry-as-dust gloom.

I saw in Sol's goodbye
sun-down purple-trailed azure 
fight mourning as bright 
sunk below a real-as-clear halo.

I conquered tonight 
midnight demons, re-lived love,
and thwarted grief as sign's
neoteric omens appeared above.

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a positive last stanza....not afraid of the dark, demons no longer live there.
And what is really perfect here is how the alliteration works to enhance the description.
what seems to be just a poem about a sunset transitions wonderfully into a philosophy of the human spirit.
j.

[Fay Slimm]

You honour me jacob with such a generous review - I find it useful to use inner rhyme and alliteration in tributes like this....... thanks a load for your kind support

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful imagery of sunset in all its glory, stealing the last of light. There is comfort in darkness, it can embrace you like a blanket. I have no fear of the dark. There is more to fear in what you see in broad daylight. Lovely lines Fay.

Chris

[Fay Slimm]

Too true Chris - daylight cannot calm grief as can the dark - - am so pleased you liked the tribute to sunset.

[Chris Shaw]

I did Fay and your posted image was as special as your lines.