Bell Ringing in an Empty Sky
The crepuscular light crept solemnly about the trees
as the dour day faded, slowly changing
into something else entirely. The wispy breeze
rippled the fading leaves— a sudden estranging
inkling ran rippling through myself as well.
Not known, not conscious; merely and simply felt,
and left to pass unscrutinized. It gently fell
away, as did the breeze. The feeling dealt
an odd glancing, tingling blow to the nerves
and left them ringing, the scene somehow unreal.
And now a cloud, suddenly red, swerves
around the distant mountain— the sky is steel.
The red fades, the mountain darkens, the knell
rings out again. There are no words to tell.
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Freedompath
Level 9
June 14, 2018
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Descriptive a story this one has to . Good write
azzow2
Level 9
June 14, 2018
1
Thanks.
Relatable imagery! Well done.
tioteo
Level 8
June 14, 2018
1
Thank you. I feel it's an only partially successful attempt at catching the experience I had at the time. It's still too vague.
@tnorman1236 it can be good to regard our words as a a continual work in progress- ideas are born, grow and mature just as we do. I find this work highly anticipatory; one can feel the sensory awareness. Good stuff!
@StJohn Thank you. Some poems are never finished.
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