“The tree stands alone upon a clifftop” #writersnetwork #WritingCommunity

The tree stands alone upon a clifftop
Overlooking the elegant sweep of the bejewelled bay below
From its small corner of the universe
It has witnessed wonders of unequalled beauty
Throughout its long solitary life
It has heard sublime music performed by the seas and skies
It has marvelled at great artworks of myriad colours and hues
Spread across the firmament high above the oceans
Attended at night by the great moon
With its retinue of endless stars of many colours
Fanning out like the feathers of a peacock
And by day crowned by the warm light of the great golden orb
The extravagance of the seascapes
Swelling and boiling with rage and froth in weathers violent
Followed by the displays of placid beauty
Of an impossibly glassy beauty otherworldly
Scenes of extraordinary highs and lows
Clad in the coats of the myriad different colours
Of summer spring autumn and winter
Each a single magnificent tableau
An entire opus cosmic
Created by an artist celestial
Who daily fashions
Endless miraculous masterpieces
d.a.simpson ©

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“The rainswept hills sighed beneath a sky of pewter” following a stroll of mine. #WritingCommunity

The rainswept hills sighed
Beneath a sky of pewter
As the seething firmament
Spelled out its wrath
To the gentle slopes verdant
Their resigned acceptance
Upon their noble their features etched
As they regarded
The monumental barrels
Of hissing clouds effervescent
Simmering and ebullient
With unconcealed intent malevolent
Steaming across the vast firmament
Ever closer rolling
Behind a vanguard ominous
Heavy of drizzle resolute
With weakening the morale
Of the opposition detailed
Ahead of the onslaught
The task of their superiors
To facilitate
By the hilltops skimming
With a foretaste icy
Of the tribulations to come
The enemy to vanquish designed
In spirit if not in body
Before the start of the affray
To the might oblivious of the hilltops stoic
Much tribulation to withstand
And of a knowledge possessed
That they would triumphant be
For after had expired this storm temporary
The sun would once more
Upon these hillsides heroic shine anew
d.a.simpson ©

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“Upon the river of sorrows” #WritingCommunity

Upon the river of sorrows
There played a light breeze
That stirred up ripples
From the tranquil stream
To bear away
The spent tears
Of the weeping world
Sprinkled by the firmament
Into the flowing waters
Osiers flanked the riverbank
And brooded over the sorrows therein
Like mourners
Lining a thoroughfare
As a funeral cortege
Onwards processed
To a garden of rest
Behind the reliquiae
Of myriad victims
Robbed of their lives
Stolen from their loved ones
By a relentless maleficent plague
d.a.simpson ©

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“Upon the river of sorrows” #WritingCommunity

Upon the river of sorrows

There played a light breeze

That stirred up ripples

From the tranquil stream

To bear away

The spent tears

Of the weeping world

Sprinkled by the firmament

Into the flowing waters

Osiers flanked the riverbank

And brooded over the sorrows therein

Like mourners

Lining a thoroughfare

As a funeral cortege

Onwards processed

To a garden of rest

Behind the reliquiae

Of myriad victims

Robbed of their lives

Stolen from their loved ones

By a relentless maleficent plague

d.a.simpson ©

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“A ring of violet mountains” #WritingCommunity #dVerse

A ring of violet mountains
Surrounds a lilac sea
That sparkles in the cool clean air
At the hour of sunset
When the previous haze of blue
Blends with the layers of pale reds from a fading sun
A sky of purple deepens to indigo
Where it comes to rests upon the land
A crystal clear night develops
Watched by myriad creatures
Whose bright curious eyes reflect the light
From a million shining stars
High in the lofty realms on high
A murmuring of passing starlings
Skims the placid surface of the mountain waters
As night now bathes the scene
In a darkness of inky blue
At the hour of repose and slumber
d.a.simpson ©

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“A sun of glowing orange” musings of mine on a sunset #WritingCommunity

A sun of glowing orange
Slid down the mighty wall
Of an apricot sky
The vast globe of liquid fire
Shimmered in the evening empyrean
It quivered with lustrous tones
Rich in flames of ambers and crimsons
Its day’s work done
The great orb
Slipped behind the rolling hills
With swathes awash
Of misty duckegg blue
Overlooking patchwork fields
In shades of lilac bathed
Where stood proud
A lone tree of ebony black
With bare branches
Like fingers elongated
Spread wide
For the sky a’reaching
The last warm rays
Of the dying sun
To embrace awhile
In fond adieu
With eulogies impassioned
Of amour undying
And pleas most earnest to return
This very morrow
Upon its departing beloved bestowing
d.a.simpson ©

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‘Bright lights glowing” #WritingCommunity #dVerse

Bright lights glowing a million through the perforated indigo night sky
The vast firmament a great sheet sprinkled with sparkling stars
Spell out the epic tale of stoical victory over adversity cruel
Of ambush by unseen enemies from afar
A testament of heroic triumph in the face of a magnitude of suffering
A time of unimaginable cruelty and adversity torment and tribulation
Witnessed by a multitude of angelic heavenly hordes
Of a history as old as the renowned tale
Of the tragic fall of the earth and its inhabitants
From the state of very paradise of its beginnings
Now all perilously forgot by that very same wilful earthly race
As it slips lower and lower into an increasingly parlous state
Of misdeeds against its own self, its peoples and lands its seas and skies
The planets glisten brighter and brighter with dolour at each passing era
And now the cosmic death knell rings out its dread message across the universe
With every drear drum beat the galaxy of processing mourners weeps very tears of stars
As the funeral cortege wends its mournful way across the universe
The face of the sun turns a pale shade of lilac as it shrinks over the edge of the horizon
Surrounded by a blaze of red hot grief bathed in an aura of gold
That paints the celestial vault from end to end with a lustrous gilded halo
Like an icon of the saintly face of sorrows
It will be an anxious vigil this long uncertain night of waiting and watching
Until the earth’s recovery and the birth of a bright new dawn
d.a.simpson ©

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