It's been a while since i have been here and I am seriously loking for some help with this poem. It may be a total dud for all I know, but I am trying to say something, having trouble doing so.
All the Beauty of the Day
All the beauty of the day,
gathers in my western sky,
clothed in lavender, and turquoise robes.
All trimmed out in crimson lace.
Gilding rows of corn in gold.
Pouring russet shadows
beneath nodding, sleepy willows.
And turns it’s gentle countenance
To face us now, this one last time.
Dims, from radiance to inky blue,
and gently slips away.
Calling crickets to their song,
And, to the gentle lullabye
of the Whippoorwill, slowly bids farewell.
Now glancing up to sable skies,
woven with argent cirrus threads
laid on indigo hills and fields
a pale yellow diamond star,
winks, and promises to wait with us.
for the coming of a new dawn,
and the promise of a new day.
© Christopher M. Earle, 2006
I really appreciate your thoughts. Thanks
All the Beauty of the Day
"Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day, or Warren's blackin' or Rowland's oil, or some o' them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy." C. Dickens
Hi Sanbanx i maybe not one to critique but with saying that i enjoyed this poem. Maybe the beauty of the day sentance could be changed (only a thought).
Gilding rows of corn in gold.
Pouring russet shadows
beneath nodding, sleepy willows[/b
I like the highlighted section above reminds me of a sunday evening,walking the dog and relaxing underneath the willow,watching as the world goes on it's way.
I liked the poem worked for me how others perceive it,well one will have to wait to see.
Thanks Tom.
Gilding rows of corn in gold.
Pouring russet shadows
beneath nodding, sleepy willows[/b
I like the highlighted section above reminds me of a sunday evening,walking the dog and relaxing underneath the willow,watching as the world goes on it's way.
I liked the poem worked for me how others perceive it,well one will have to wait to see.
Thanks Tom.
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Hi Sanbanx,
This poem has a reverentail quality, like a hymn.
In fact there is a hymn with the same meter
"All the Beauty of the Earth" which I remember from my schooldays.
On the one hand, it may sound a little twee if all the lines follow
the meter strictly.
On the other hand some lines caused me to stumble
e.g a "pale yellow diamond star"
You could try it both ways and see what people think....
Geoff
This poem has a reverentail quality, like a hymn.
In fact there is a hymn with the same meter
"All the Beauty of the Earth" which I remember from my schooldays.
On the one hand, it may sound a little twee if all the lines follow
the meter strictly.
On the other hand some lines caused me to stumble
e.g a "pale yellow diamond star"
You could try it both ways and see what people think....
Geoff