Shore tense

buried beneath
in quiet silt airs
stirs the current
slowly

and on crane legs
steady

as evening
thickens fast
in the pace
of my forest

night
stretches her
violet mood
throws
back her
mane of stars

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Breakinglogic

11 years 3 months ago

Slow currents poised on crane

Slow currents poised on crane legs and violet moods spread like linen. A relaxing personification, a calming write.

logic

Ian.T

11 years 3 months ago

Steve

A grand write of the evening falling into the arms of the night.
Loved it, Yours Ian.T

Esker

11 years 3 months ago

return to the satin of light

from the darkest of the hours
to the bright high noons
and time for idle afternoons..

Ian.T

11 years 3 months ago

in the feelings of light,
I shall walk with the creatures of the Earth.
Then I will really feel life as it is.
I have no reason to scratch the surface
to fulfil my dreams.
My dreams are but a thought away.
I sit here and the world passes by,
It is my world maybe that's why I cry.
Go well young traveller,
it is good to walk with you,
Yours Ian