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To roam the silken sky
Razor wire glinting in blank Sun
With the sound of Death
Shadow of your splayed soul
Spilled and spread like blood
In the bleached, rippled sands
And so in a splash of Amber Glow
Your Twilight arrived too soon-
The last Flare of afternoon
Very very beautiful and touching… Thank you!
Have a lovely day, Autumn Jade! 🙂
Thank you so much!! I am elated you found it so! It is such a joy every time you flit by.
I hope you enjoy a beautiful, peaceful weekend, dear lass!
I so enjoyed your words and beautiful photos. 🙂
Oooo thank you so much! I am very thrilled they were enjoyed indeed! Some wonderful hikes, lately. I especially go wild when the light filters through fresh little shoots in the woods, setting them aglow, and or when those sniveling, spiny shadows spill onto the hot sand, oooooo dazzles me. I loooove those shivering sniveling shadows!! Thank you for oozing by, your comment is so appreciated, cheers!
This is a gorgeous pairing of images and words. A haunting last flare.
Thank you so much! I had a grand time putting this together, as always. I am delighted you found it enjoyable, dear friend.
A haunting last flare, yes, precisely.
Thank you for drizzling by and imbibing, bestowing your lovely comment, highly appreciated!
Beautiful. I love the black and white with a touch of color. The poem is very moving and expressive. Very nice work, Autty. 🙂 Marsha 🙂
Oooo wooo thank you lass! Stiff fingers right now just returning from a very long jaunt walking my camera. A woman asked why I was crawling around on the ground with it and then decided for herself that it was for “art’s sake”. She was lovely.
Oh it was perfectly sublunary on the beach this evening, fantastic. Fulgent splash of bonfire orange in the distance, Orion piercing through the deep crown of the firmament, antitwilight still a hazy wash clinging to the horizon all around. I felt like I was walking within a globe. It was a very rare cool day. Dipping into the forties as I walked along in my John Lennon skull cap (I love the bally thing, makes my shadow look bald). The condos flickered brilliant yellow incandescent, figures hovering inside, one man with a wine glass, a couple in another yellow cubical venturing through their sliding doors to taste the chilled, virason wind for a moment, then quickly receding back inside. Televisions flickered blue. So many vacant chairs, forlorn, un-occupied on empty balconies with only the wind and the moon for company…and the sea was gelid, deep navy blue, only tufts of white crests illuminated pale blue with moon- exposed angry slabs of coquina absorbed the light, black and impenetrable, as the waves lashed against them.
I don’t know why I just went on like that, blast me!
Thank you so much for dripping by and imbibing dear lass! I adored your comment, too grand!! Yes, I believe my thougths were of my brother when I was writing that poem. Cheers,
You are always welcome to go on like that on my site. It’s probably your next poem in the making. 🙂 ML
Possibly so! I so enjoy jabbering away with you 🙂
Me too, Toad 🙂
I so love your writing (and like to split infinitives to be rebellious). “silken sky” reminds me of French Silk pie, which makes me hungry…but I do so love “bombilating life.” I resolve to use it profusely in school tomorrow, just to confuse and irritate my colleagues….no, just to shock my more sheepish- or sheep-like- students.
oh, is there a word “bombiliation?” “bombiliate?” Or is it in the same category as “imaginatory” – the latter caught the attention and praise of my former undergraduate professors, who, I now realize, did not have much imagination.
What a beautiful poem. The associated pictures are terrific as well. Well don.
#loveit ESP the pop of red berries!
My gosh, ‘razor wire glinting in hot sun’ – great words!
Great pictures too, but loved the words in between.
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Lovely words to accompany beautiful photos!!