On one charmed morn a golden sun arose,
Broke from straddled clouds that could not smother
The life, joy, zest that shone upon all those
The psyche touched; brilliance like no other.
A celestial smile would show the way
To bring life and warmth to all those with soul
And soul to those lost in the daily fray,
Beguiled by natural charm to be extolled.
But now the sun, still fiery, slowly sinks
The veiled orb replaced by one last flush
Of crimson flecked in vibrant marble hue.
Now lost to twilight’s haze; not memory’s brink.
Yet, others gain so surely, at first blush
As our bright star will elsewhere rise anew.
© Teeming Universe 2008
5 comments:
Cor, classical sounding stuff! I enjoyed it!
Beautiful. I was reminded of that wonderful poem... "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree, where Alph the sacred river ran, through caverns measureless to man, down to a sunlit sead..."
Lovely!
Hi Jon: Thanks. I thought I might attempt a few different styles; though I still haven't decided where to go next.
Hi AV: Coleridge is one of my favourite poets and I love Kubla Khan. I believe it came to him in a dream. I wish that would happen for me! I enjoy reading 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' from time to time also.
Thank you for commenting on my blog, so I thought I would pop over and visit yours. I am glad I did, this poem has something of Wordsworth about it. Really enjoyed it. I am always in awe of anyone who can write poetry like this. Keep posting them!
Michelle
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Thank you Michelle. I enjoy writing in a short form as I can spend ages rereading and editing it without losing the essence of what I am trying to say. However, when it comes to anything bigger I find it much more difficult to keep it focused. I wrote a first draft of a children's story of 35,000 words some time ago, but haven't yet been able to bring myself to rewrite it, fill in all of the holes and missing threads and make more sense of the ending.
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