The night stepped out
Like a prima ballerina
From the monumental shadows
That reached the very heavens
Concealed awhile
Behind the great mountains of granite grey
That separated the tranquil realm
From the world outside
And now ’twas the hour of nighttide
When the darkness covered the benign pastoral scene With a canopy of star studded indigo fashioned
And it set the great jewel of nighttime
That enchanting orb pearlescent of much renown
High aloft in the firmament
Above the natural boundary
Formed by the rugged fortress
Hewn into a mighty wall of lofty ridges
By the merciless of rains relentless
And gruesome gales grievous
From the kingdom of ice inscrutable
Into a glory of soaring escarpments a’towering
Of noble countenance benevolent
That guarded the unspoilt idyll
From the merely curious
As well as the malicious of ill intent pernicious
Through the hours of slumber and rest
Until a bright new dawn
Bloomed resolute in the autoral east
And the elegant night once more did retire
Beyond the impassive elevation of stone
Its repose restorative for to take awhile
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“The night sang” #poem #poetry #verse
The night sang sorrowful lullabies
Rich in words of mourning
When the hour of midnight began to recede
As in the east a nascent daybreak
Ripened on the skyline
And an incipient dawn hinted
At the demise of nighttide
While the condoling moon hearkened
To the nocturnal air of lament lachrymose
Rich in notes of poignancy and pathos
As the pale disc glowed
In hues pearlescent of sympathy
That shimmered in the darkness
And the benign orb drew near
For to console the sorrowing nighttime hour
Much a weeping in a sky of deep violet
Awash with a million stars
Which vanished far into yonder horizons
At the edge of very time
And into the distant depths celestial
As to indigo they did turn
At the gates to a realm of an ethereal otherness
Which exulted in an endless day
Beyond all understanding
That transcended the temporal world
Of fleeting realities ephemeral
Where dark and light vied
For to rule the veil of transient skies impermanent
That lay below the infinite cosmic eternity unfathomable
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“The midnight hour” #poem #poetry #verse
When the midnight hour
Ever nearer does draw
A darkness profound
Invades the realm
For to denote the unfolding
Of the great interlude circadian
That imponderable mystery nocturnal
An interval unfathomable
Which since the dawn of time
Has bestirred the visions of those who dream
And pacified the souls of the weary
Now the night spreads a shroud of inky violet
Over the world below
And assumes its dark hue
The fatigued for to gather
As to the call to slumber
They do harken
Whence amid the stillness
Deep within the recesses of their bedchambers
Upon their pillow
Supine at last do they recline
As abed they do repose awhile
The call to dormition for to heed
As a profound silence settles upon the realm
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“The frigid night breathes” #poem #poetry #verse
The frigid night
Breathes its chill air upon the land
The grim winter much determined
Purses its mouth oh so grim
For to keep in the cold
That lingers awhile
As the supremacy
Of the vernal reign dwindles
Now the days
Do longer grow
And the evenings
Their hour of darkening do delay
While the very sun
Ever earlier does rise
With each new day a’dawning
Riding gleesome
Aloft in the bright skies primaveral
At the mighty crossroads
To the seasons
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“The aged vernal sky” #poem #poetry #verse #writing
The aged vernal sky glowers
And its countenance turns dark
At the sight of the infant spring
With its array of bright colours
And twittering birds
Hither and thither a rushing
From its mighty throne
Aloft in the vaulted ceiling celestial
It stoops low in the firmament
The small realm below to regard
And with rage incandescent it simmers much
The hardness of its gaze
Verily freezes the ground below
Turning back the calendar to’ard winter awhile
Now with delight unbridled the sky looks on
As the insifignant creatures below
Embrace anew with a stoic resignation
The return of times inclement
Of a fresh round of wintry storms
By robust icy gales driven
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“A discreet sky” #poem #poetry #verse
A discreet sky
Begarbed in modest attire
Cast a lingering eye
Upon the lowly hamlet tranquil
That clung to the sweeping bay
Shelter for to seek
From the protective wall
In hues of terracotta
That graced the lofty cliffs
As their escarpments
Into the distant heavens did vanish
Wreathed in shrouds
Of mists from another realm
That regarded with an empathetic mien
The modest dwellings
Which lined the shore inconsequential
With a tender gaze benign
That betrayed a concern fond
For the tranquil innocence defenseless
Of this humble locale
‘Gainst storm and tempest much mismatched
And vowed to forever divert
All turbulence empyreal malign
From this placid idyll
Its beauty serene for to conserve
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“The granite walls” #poem #poetry #verse #WritingCommunity
The granite walls
Of the impassive mountain range
A fortress in the midst of nowhere
Rose aloft into yonder heavens
Rugged of heart
And inscrutable of countenance
Ever remain these silent monoliths
Stoics each one
And proficient in endurance
They leaned into the pale rays
Of a thin sun of diaphanous gauze
As its warming flames auroral
Did flicker about their cold escarpments
For them to warm and to restore
In the brute cold of a vernal night
As it hovered patient
At the edge of the horizon
Where it awaited the clarion call from on high
For to denote the changeover diurnal
When darkness to light does turn
And slumber is forgot awhile
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“A hint of pale gold” #poem #poetry #verse #writing
A hint of pale gold
Pierced the dark blue
Of the dying night sky
As it slowly ebbed with fatigue
And did silently fade
While lights of salmon pink
Began to flicker at the horizon
And danced upon the somnolent sea
Where the gleaming waters
Encountered the hem of heaven
And soon flames of warm amber
Emerged from the realm of shadows
And flooded the firmament
Unto the highest realms
Seeping into the ceiling of the dome
Where they melded
Into hues of parchment and corn
Until the sheet of cerulean blue
Rose up from beyond the edge of the world
A triumph of day over night
Light over darkness for to declare
As it spread its canopy of azure
Throughout the heavens entire
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“The vernal realm” #poem #poetry #verse #writing
The vernal realm
Is ever graced
By the unique stoicism
Of grief disconsolate
That bestows upon the countenance
Of the sorrowing land
A serenity lachrymose
Which pervades among the stillness of winter
While for a time
Bereft does the winterland remain
As a sorrow most grievous
Existence entire afflicts
While the land slumbers deep
As the shadow of death
Across the face of the earth does silently glide
Its spoils for to gather
Its prey for to reap
Until its task most grim is done
During the days of woe
In a land of lament and grieving
Where the mourning endlessly bow and sway
Like the skeletal trees a myriad
Whose denuded branches
Starkly etched against a pale firmament
Struggle much in the unyielding cold relentless
~ d.a.simpson ~
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“The pure clean light” #poem #poetry #verse #writing
The pure clean light
Of an early dawn
Bleached the veil of the auroral sky
In a miracle of brilliant white
As a smattering of clouds in pale ivory
Upon yonder far horizon did billow
And the scene entire was subsumed
Into the great vastness
Of the endless firmament exalted
As into the limitless infinity it did merge
That graces this mortal reality temporal
By transitory woes and trials oft beset
With the promise of an endless eternity
In the foretokens beneficient
And auspices heartening
That can ever be seen
In the glory of the early morning skies
As the whole world they do adorn
With a gilded glow a’gleaming
That from the celestial heavens does emanate
For to dispel very darkness itself
With a radiance transcendent
That never shall be dimmed
~ d.a.simpson ~
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