Sunday, January 29, 2012

Little Day


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Where do you go and how little day?
Translucent feet touching earth’s fringe far away
as golden sun flames in a coral sea
Permeable moments of serenity
born, yet swift as a breath is exhaled
gone; frozen, impaled on history’s field
shocks decking a luminescent hill
Where anguish and ecstasy bond mutual soil
And a new day startles the dark’s solemn girth
In fresh potential of misery or mirth

Janet~

7 comments:

  1. it's a great poem, i like your blog very much:)

    tolga

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  2. Wow, Janet, I am so impressed. Not only do you use all of the words, but you have end rhymes as well. AND a message! Very nice.

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  3. What fun. At every turn a surprise. Not a predictable poem. And lines that are gorgeous: Permeable moments of serenity
    born, yet swift as a breath is exhaled
    gone
    And a new day startles the dark’s solemn girth
    This is clever and lovely.

    margo

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  4. Janet, this is beautiful!
    And I wish you a bright new beautiful day!

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  5. Beautiful piece, Janet. I agree with Margo, there is a surprise at every turn. I love "impaled on history's field," and the rhyme of exhaled and impaled.

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