“A narrow beam” #poem #poet #writing

A narrow beam of light 
slid across the dark expanse 
where the benthic deep 
lay silent and still 
awaiting the dawning 
of a nascent daybreak 

It sent out thin capillaries a myriad
that sprawled across the black waters entire
glistening in the mists of early morn

While hedges of hawthorn and blackthorn
lit by gilded rays 
sweeping across the realm
in the land where willow trees abide

Edged the enigmatic depths 
reigning over the silence 
That pervaded the mysteries 
abounding amid a lake of gilt

Awash with a diaphanous haze 
emanating from the auroral enigma
by the titian heavens bestowed 
~ d.a.simpson ~

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“THE VOICE” #poem #poetry #WritingCommunity

The voice that is heard a’blowing 
among the trees of the forest 
Across lakes and oceans and through hamlets a many 

The voice that whispers 
in the quiet of shadows on a summer’s day 

The voice that echoes amid valleys 
And rises o’er the world’s loftiest peaks 
skimming their snow capped heights

The voice that sings 
among meadows of green  
and golden deserts covering empty scapes 

Is the voice that answers the cry of an orphan 
The voice that soothes the widow 
and mends a spirit broken from grieving 

It is the voice that breathes healing into a wound

It is the voice which soothes the weary bones of those who toil
and directs those who travel

It is the voice of the one 
who settles the seas and skies at night
and rouses them anew at dawn 
~ d.a.simpson ~


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” A sea of ash gray” #poem #poetry #writing

A sea of ash gray 
mirrored the lachrymose character 
pervading the celestial heights entire 

Where a billow of clouds 
apathetic and with languor replete 
ready its watery burden to shed upon the realm 
Drifted across the heavenly canvas 

While the benthic mysteries below 
caused ripples a myriad 
upon their limpid surface to form 
Catching flickers of light
by a wan moon cast
Intermittently issued 
amid rare interludes 
tween the onslaught of the nebulous carousel
and a momentary clearing of the skies 

Causing the seas to assume a ghostly pallor 
that turned an otherworldly hue
Alluding to the shadowlands 
pervading cloisters 
where the hours of light are few and the air is dank
And steam the colour of desolation 
hovers over all it surveys
Condemning the dire dominion 
to the misery it ever evokes 
~ d.a.simpson ~


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‘As the deep violet’ #poem #poetry #WritingCommunity

As the deep violet 
pulsed to the rhythm of eternity 
in the darkness of night 

The infinite skies teemed 
with brights lights a myriad 

Scattered across the taut sheet 
stretched across a flawless scape

Redolent of broken glass 
numbering a million shards
a thronging through the domed vault entire 

Shimmering like diamonds in the sky
and glistening in the light of an ivory moon
Impassive and unknowable 
hung low in a firmament 

Characterised by the cold breath
of a deserted eventide
~ d.a.simpson ~


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“The blazing skies” #poem #poetry #writing

The blazing skies 
aflame in the dying embers of day 
gainst a backdrop of taut canvas 
awash with reds and golds 
Danced and a flickered 

Their reflection mirrored by the lagoon 
and they turned the waters crimson

When the sun 
its mighty countenance 
did incline toward the horizon 
A line in indigo 
describing the realms of heav’n and earth 
edging the seen world 

Dividing the known from the unknowable 
that oblivion to which the day
and its great star ever retires
Degree by degree
dusk by sublime dusk

When the golden orb 
monarch of daytide 
Vanishes from view
its mysteries unfathomable 
source of light and life 
to disperse
amid another dominion awhile
~ d.a.simpson ~


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A solemn pall

A solemn pall, a shadow of sorrow 
descended upon the scape at the hour of evenfall 
As a parched sun 
coruscated a fatigued adieu 
aloft in the heavenly places 

Bearing the wisdom of the ages 
within pillars of fire 
where cloisters of blazing plasma 
as old as time 
ever witnessed to the whispered visions and dreams 
of history entire 
In a realm far above the deep waters
as black as ink 

Where a line of liquid gold
emanating from the heart of the setting sun 
Casts a shimmering swathe 
a lustral trail 
a sublime flare
That burnishes the signature of dusk upon glistening waters 
reaching from far horizons 
to’ard a deserted shoreline 
~ d.a.simpson ~


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“Evening shadows” #poem #poetry #WritingCommunity

Evening shadows fell 
wafting through the mist of nighttide 
whispering to the trees 
of mysteries unknowable 
spun in a world of dreams 
An opaque realm 
veiled in shades of purple 
shrouded in a haze of dusky blue 

Where a mellow glow of ivory
emitted by the orb of night 
seeped through the obscurity 
weaving a path through the silent land 

As an ethereal lambency 
emerged from another reality 
issued by a waning moon

While the hour of night
exulted upon high 
in the infinite firmament 
Lowering a canopy of indigo 
onto the slumbering dominion below,
the unfathomable darkness 
engulfing an infinite celestial canvas 
~ d.a.simpson ~


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“A slice of lime” #poem #poetry #writingcommunity

A slice of lime 
citrus sharp 
appeared in the heavens 
When the moon, 
orb of night, old as time 

Materialised in a sea of ice cold stars 
cast in diamond white 
afloat in a cosmos 
attired in stark black 
Glistening like tar
in the light of cosmic lights a million
studding an infinite firmament 

Awash in unfathomable obscurity 
pervading a sublime midnight 
Pulsing to a distant beat
humming afar 
amid yon celestial cloisters 

Where a light everlasting 
neither flickering nor fading 
prevails over a world of sorrows and joy
Guiding myriad upon myriad souls
until the close of the age
dawn of an infinite epoch
Where darkness and lament 
to life and joy eternal ever yield

~ d.a.simpson ~


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“A crimson disc” #poem #poetry #writing

A crimson disc 
slowly nudged toward a horizon 
Shimmering in the lambent dusklight 

Its descent making from the lofty heights 
step by single step 
down the ladder tween heav’n and earth 

Observed by the silent hills
basking in the lambency of evenfall
Glowing monoliths 
‘gainst a sky slowly fading from day to night 

Veil after veil of ever darkening hue 
unfurling across the celestial canvas 
Until at the last 
was revealed a deep ebon
the colour of midnight
Effacing the duck egg blue entire
of an earliertide

When the orb of day
that golden disc aloft in the heavenly places 
Had reigned in majesty sublime
attired in royal robes of finest gold
~ d.a.simpson ~


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Clouds of white #poem #poetry #writing

Clouds of white 
dappled the pale blue 
edging the foothills of the great hemisphere 
When a pearlescent dusk 
exulting in the light of the setting sun 
Caused a blush of peach pink to stain the heavens 
low in the firmament 
Where the skyline encountered a line of rolling hills
stained a deep magenta
in the fading light 

And birds on the wing
a murder of crows
Etched thin lines
jet black against the taut sheet 
Aquaplaning their delight
in the crepuscular glow 
One sublime eve

As the hour of dusk
when sets the fading daystar 
blazed afar 
A promise of light anew
following the darkness of a nightfall imminent 
~ d.a.simpson ~


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