The ever shifting light and the bearers of that attract my verbal and vocal attention


Reflections in various light



One

There is no sound
at all
when clouds
pass in front of the moon
one could expect
the tinkling of
slivers of icy light


Two


The dewlit grass
should sizzle
against the rising sun
so hot, so fierce
in her stare
but all is silent aura


Three


Crimson streaks
punctuate the empty spaces
glorious colors herald
the velvet blanket
the hider
of deeds
procurer of dreams


Four


It's the darkness
that harnasses the light
and gives the go ahead
for our uneasy ride
into another dawn
maybe the last
will be most glorious



Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2009-10-07 at 09:08

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
From dusk to dawn , the light changes garduley,
with each change of the light from moon , stars ,
till the light of the sun , our preparative changes ,
bit by bit.

Thanks as you have read , I like this poem affected my greatly.
Ken

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2009-10-08


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this!
Your poem touches my heart!
2009-10-07