“Long stemmed flowers” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

Long stemmed flowers of a late summertide 
sway at the behest of a stiff breeze 
Precursor of autumn gales imminent 

They contrive to lean and to fold 
this way and that 
As their glorious heads they do bow 
for to sweep the ground beneath their stems 
And touch the very soil 
from whence they did emanate 
To which they shall return anon

At the command of the remorseless winds
that abound beneath an indifferent sky

Silent and resolute
They labour and toil much
through their apportioned travail
a’struggle in the brute gusts autumnal 
That know neither mercy nor relent
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“The end of day” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

The end of day 
scatters a lambent light 
through the firmament entire 

It washes the sky 
in a pale white 
that reaches far into the lofty heavens 
While on yonder horizon 
the sun flares its last 
in a blazing fury of umber

And in the east 
a cohort of thin clouds 
in ethereal grey attired 
encroaches upon the scene

A foreshadow of imminent darkness 
which scales the walls of an unseen abyss
beneath the very world
On its ascent unstoppable 
to’ard the edge of this realm
The kingdom of night to impend
~ d.a.simpson ~


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“In the chambers” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

In the chambers of the great daystar 
Flames of blazing orange 
flared their last 
deep within the inferno 
whose walls coruscated late in the afternoon 

Their candescence finally quenched 
as the setting sun began to smoulder and fade 

It dropped below the line of hills 
where it lay charred on the horizon 
and it burned a dark magenta

Its former glory
disintegrating in the dying hours of day
Embers turning to ashes 
that no kindling could ignite anew

Leaving a trail of scorched clouds of amber
that sent smoking plumes of grey the colour of lament
adrift across the sky entire 
Whose infinite dominions
vanished into the darkness 
which heralded the approach of the night hour 
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“The sun flared” #poem #poetry #writing

The sun flared a deep gold 
low on the far horizon 
Gilding the western skies 

While in the east 
the night by degrees 
encroached upon the celestial sheet 

As it washed the heavens 
in a pale ink of blue 
of pastel tones subdued 
and bided time awhile

Until the glorious finale 
aloft in the crepuscular skies
had blazed its last 

And the firmament 
yielded to a deep indigo 

As the curtain of nighttide 
folded across a slumbering world
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“A white haze” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

A white haze 
pervades the infinite firmament 

Whose lofty dominions 
overlook the sapphire depths 
of a placid lagoon 
as it shimmers and a’sparkles

Amid a serene pastorale 
in a delight of patchwork fields 
edged by rolling hills clothed in emerald green 
that rejoice in a tranquil idyll 

Blanketed in the pale light 
of a luminescent star of day
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“A sunset of lilac” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

A sunset of lilac 
drifts through the heavens 
at the twilight hour 

It blankets the fields 
and clothes the rolling hills 
With a diaphanous haze 
that hovers above the sparkling river 
a’meander through the realm 

Solace it does seek 
amid the shadows of dusk 
As they roam betwixt the scented conifers 
that edge the meadowland 
a’shroud in the attire of slumberland
That ethereal dominion 
which emanates from mystery 

A world of dreams and visions
beyond the bounds of mere reality
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“In a scene awash with enigma” #poem #poetry #verse

In a scene awash with enigma 
light from a perfect moon 
floods the sky of indigo 

And stars a million 
stud the celestial ceiling 
in a glory of a myriad glistering delights 
That blaze through the lofty heights 
and shimmer far into the heavens

They vanish into a diaphanous haze 
a’shrouding the distant realms 
which abide in perpetual infinity 

When hearts dream dreams
and spirits ponder the imponderable 
at the midnight hour

In the chambers of the living 
a’slumber through the silent hours of a serene night 
when tranquility prevails 
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“When the shadows of night” #poem #poetry #writing

When the shadows of night 
meet the dreams of times past 
and visions of a future to come 
The skies depict the story 
in the clouds of the sunset hour 
As dusk paints the taut canvas of heaven 
with sighs and whispers 
borne from the slumberlands 

The profound mysteries 
of these other realms 
beyond the veil of all understanding 
Pervade through the firmament entire
in notions of lilac and mauve 
that entwine with musings of pink and crimson

Illumined by the blaze of the copper disc 
as it sets in the western quarter of the celestial dome 
that arches over the world 
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“The darkness of night” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

The darkness of night 
encroached upon the kingdom 
cloaked in indigo 
It crept across the skies 
from far in the western heavens 
pursued by a retinue of deep blue 
which clung to its hem

Like pages of a book 
slowly it turned at the hest of an unseen hand
its mysteries to reveal
And the tale of midnight began to unfold

While in the east 
a lone star gleamed bright white
‘gainst the fading echo of daylight
as it sank to’ard the horizon

The dying light of day
shed a pale shroud of luminescent turquoise 
as it yielded to the lullaby of slumber
It drifted below the circle of the earth
into an unknown infinity 
Beyond the veil that shrouds this world 
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“A light of pale blue” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

A light of pale blue 
blankets the hills 
And casts a pall 
upon the rural idyll 

As day turns to dusk 
and the shadows of night 
a’lurk in the unseen distance 
Call to the wearying day 
from behind the hills of granite grey 

That the hour is come

As the taut sheet aloft in the sky
that stretches ‘tween this mortal kingdom 
and the unknowable heavenly realms
Dons a hue of lavender
redolent of sorrow and lament 

While the lofty trees
that edge the meadows
Shimmer in a lachrymose lilac
~ d.a.simpson ~

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