Night, like a dying mother,
Eyes her young offspring, Day.
The birds are dreamily piping.
And O, my love, my darling!
The night is life ebb'd away:
Away beyond our reach!
A sea that has cast us pale on the beach;
Weeds with the weeds and the pebbles
That hear the lone tamarisk rooted in sand
Sway
With the song of the sea to the land.
Look at the exquisite personification and metaphor used in the poem. where the nature itself speaks out. Thank you, George.
Marvellous metaphorical poem shared. Thanks to his soul and congratulation too.
'Morning Twilight' the message that each day of life is a gift to be cherished.
so wonderful starting -Night, like a dying mother ..... excellently written- The night is life ebb'd away: Away beyond our reach!
The poem has nice imagery but somehow feels very disconnected.
Clever use of metaphors to depict a scene of night. Creepy but refreshing, it flows very nice. Weeds with the weeds and the pebbles That hear the lone tamarisk rooted in sand Sway With the song of the sea to the land.....is very nice.Thanks for sharing.
Such an awesome poem......