Where once the natural gifts of beauty spread
their wings across terrains of light below,
now there is but darkness, no light is shed
to give these undulating fields their glow.
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Gone are the glimmerings of radiant light
that once bounced about with luminous lust.
Gone are the sprinklings, all brilliant and bright,
no longer dancing, as once they felt they must.
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As the sun sets to give this day its end
my seductive palette of colours fade
to nothing more than a charcoaled blend
of reductive mauves in a soup of shade.
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As light surrenders and shapes diminish
the hue of dusk gives my day its finish.
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© Tim Grace, 12 February 2024
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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Too good!
This was soooo beautifully penned! Loved your poem!