Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Rookie (8 November 1968 / Dublin Ireland)

Beauty At Dusk - Poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

The room is stilled
dimmed by evening light through
shuttered blinds
A perfect evening, summer spring
treees laced with early leaves
bright fields, sunlight on windowglass
an empty room
and silence

the brightness of the dusk is
blinding - more glaring than noon in dust
and the silence splinters with shrill throated birds
and distant laughter
til the laughter and the song seem silent too
part of the peace that oppresses this room

the beauty is too perfect
too real for me

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Comments about Beauty At Dusk by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

  • Rookie Sara Curran (5/29/2008 4:20:00 AM)

    reminds me a summer evening just before night falls! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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