Heavenly Shades of Night are Falling, it's....

It's official.....I'm printing up copies to slip in the hymnals for choir practice.

Fame at last ......

just for you, NJ, a poem with gardens and bugs in it, as well as twilight.



Twilight from a shop window


My east-facing window
stabs me with light all afternoon
reflected off passing cars. The summer sun
is sharp, and my cave
is in merciful shadow.

I can feel
even inside the stone walls
when the heat begins to fade

The sky gets gentle, finally
and the heat softens to a cicada buzz
and though I cannot see to the west
the trees glow orange and merciful
as the white hot grip of the sun
loosens, lowers, and lets the breeze
coil through the window.

Closing, I step out
into the last humming heat
and the garden drinks gratefully
my water, and the coming dark.

Moths like hummingbirds
nectar at the nicotiana
their long tongues uncoiling
like the dark coming in from the east.

UnderYourSpell said:

Heavenly shades of night are falling
it's fucking time
Out of the mist your voice is calling
to fucking time
When purple colored curtains
close tight and shield our thighs
I hear you my dear at fucking time.

Deepening shadows gather splendor
I'll soon be done
Fingers inserted I'll surrender
for fucking fun
I count the moments darling
till you're in me
Fucking at last at twilight time

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What in the world are you sorry for? It's great. Nowhere in the initial post did I say it couldn't be a poem that makes us laugh...It can be anything twilight related.

The one that buzzed outta my head that night was after lovingly dragging myself through my favorite TS Eliot work.

And I also found myself singing along

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NJ,
I've been on the road for the past 24 hours (I waved as I passed you, did you see me?),
but I just HAD to get something on this beautiful thread before I go to sleep. So here is my contribution to this beauty:

Anschul said:

NJ,
I've been on the road for the past 24 hours (I waved as I passed you, did you see me?),
but I just HAD to get something on this beautiful thread before I go to sleep. So here is my contribution to this beauty:

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beautiful, Anschul! Thank you.

And yes, I thought I saw a friendly face waving at me.

stay safe , my warmest thoughts are with you and yours as you make this journey.



julie

Anschul said:

NJ,
I've been on the road for the past 24 hours (I waved as I passed you, did you see me?),
but I just HAD to get something on this beautiful thread before I go to sleep. So here is my contribution to this beauty:

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Sorry all, the text is a little hard to read. Here's the sonnet (with one small change in the first line (don't you just hate the editing process?):

Ocean Drive
by Anschul©

Flamingo clouds light up the evening sky,
Play red across the water to the east.
Still time before the dark descends; we sigh
And breathe hibiscus-scented air. The feast
Of color gives us momentary pause,
The stillness of the painted sunset lasts
Not nearly long enough. A lone gull draws
Our attention upward; then shadows cast
By strolling couples bring us back to earth,
To appreciate this fine time of day
For few scant minutes more. This peace is worth
The price the coming darkness asks us pay.
The endless neon nights are for the crowds
Who jam the street, oblivious to clouds.

for the first time in this breath
I am not disappointed
the green rolled
the sky tinged as words can not describe
I did not look for the oceans blue
I did not cry for what I left behind
I recognized the change more in me
and less in the sky

I've been meaning to get back to this thread for days.

NJ, I don't know if you're around this week or not, but to answer your question, yes, that's my actual view. I sit facing our big front shop windows, and mostly what I see is traffic, but beyond it and to the south there are excellent trees, and a lovely eastern view of the sky.

I'm glad you liked the poem. I like this thread; it's inspiring some good work.

And I thought of you the other day. Even the traffic is sometimes a wonderful thing. Last week I watched an entire carnival go by, probably off to some county fair. The rides, all taken apart and loaded onto flatbeds, big colorful pieces of lightbulb-studded monsters with bright paint jobs. The Rocket! The Octopus! The Tilt-a-Whirl! And then there was a string of the little gypsy wagons that do the food - popcorn and cotton candy wagons, funnel cakes, corn dogs. It was like my very own parade.

I thought at that moment, I must get back on NJ's thread and tell her about this.

Didn't get a chance till now. But here it is.

xo
bj

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normal jean said:

BJ! do you know what it means to me that a circus brought thoughts of me to you?

That is way cool. I have always thought of myself as a freak, not in a bearded lady sense, but in a brooding mental weirdo sort of a state, ( in a good way.)

Thank you for sharing that vision with me!

hugs



NJ

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I think we're all freaks on this bus. So we can speak freely. *grin*

Carnival synchronicity!

Myself, I actually AM the bearded lady.

Ask LeBroz. He's the one who made me take my moustache champion avatar down.

bj

the sun runs for weary sleep,
peeps from just above the line
of blue that makes up her bed,
the world turns,

watch the light flee
a shimmer on the white tipped crest
of waves,
reflect the dying blaze of the burning day
a myriad of colours
dance of the wispy clouds
turquoise and indigo blend where sky meets sea

the lightest orange hangs in the fading minutes
the expanse is eclipsed
and I am left alone