Saturday, April 16

#16

Invisible in country dark, the birds
had pegged the notes of songs among the leaves,
like flower garlands hung on high to dry. 
In crescendo, sprouting buds full bloomed
then died as petal echoes touched my ears,
enchanting them with musical perfume.
The darkling mystery of night revealed
its secrets, as shifting moon and stars revolved,
and lit arpeggios with silver mists.

For Day #16 at Writer's Island  and linked to Poetry Pantry #45

15 comments:

  1. That really stirs up some great images!

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  2. Jinksy, This is wonderous! I'm with Stan, pictures ran through my mind as I read it. well done!

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  3. Great imagery indeed. Bravo!

    Anna :o]

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  4. Gorgeous imagery, Jinksy.

    Pamela

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  5. This is aMAZing!!! The imagery sings while painting a most beautiful picture. Exquisite!!

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  6. This is a lovely poem Pen. I smiled at "--pegged the notes of somgs among the leaves---". Wonderful!

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  7. that's beautiful, I love the word darkling...

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  8. yes, love the "darkling mystery of night." very evocative!

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  9. beautifully done - the imagery is wonderful :)

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  10. I like this very much! 'and lit arpeggios with silver mists' - beautiful imagery.

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  11. beautifully written and the musical refs are a nice touch

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  12. esp enjoy the cadence of the blank-verse lines (eg lines 1 & 2)

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