Omens.

The chosen image spoke inspiration and my pen followed the impact with these few words - -hope you enjoy.

 

 

Omens.

 

I chased this evening evening's parade,

woven-framed patterns of

tin-foiled filigree, gilt-tied

to greenery's final attempt to beat fade.

 

I watched as light lightened pale sky,

viewed universe-fired display

night's birthing dance

turning black into starry-eyed silence.

 

I saw change changing ether-haze hue

to dusk-covered eeriness 

creeping round sickle-shaped  

moon-smile thru' dull-as-dust gloom.

 

I heard in day's goodbye goodbye's solo  

purple-trailed, scarlet-dyed, 

gold-streaked striped azure sung
 
in lunar duet with dark's rising crescendo.  

 

I knew tonight tonight's black feelings

 on sunset-divide, cloned-omens 

 from cauterized colours 

spoke to my waiting canvas so clearly. 

Reviews

[Neville]

I can hardly believe this little masterpiece has not been swamped with positive reviews Fay .. I hope my visit and this mark I leave behind may shame a few into action ......................... I woz not kiddin by the way ....................... something as good as this can only be a good omen :)

[Fay Slimm]

Your kind review is really appreciated dear friend...... thanking you as profusely as ever.

[Neville]

no worries .. or problem, my pleasure :)

[Fay Slimm]

Just had another look-see at the poem above and cant remember when this was written but maybe will snitch it to see perhaps what reception it gets elsewhere - - or maybe not eh ?......... x

[Neville]

snitch it ................................................ :)