A smoking darkness at end of
day
has fallen down
upon the deep blue
sky. It lingers in ribbons hanging
gray
and continues along
determined to make someone
cry. No moon so bright tonight will hearts
stir
only faint stars singing
with a shallow and lonesome
sigh. Not a thing moves nor
purrs
even owls simply watch and listen
refusing to
fly. This extremely dark
night
shall wither the spirit
filling the mind with shadows of fitful
fright.
Smoky-That is an unusual style in this, but you have vividly painted a spooked night with amazing use of imagery and a blending of all nightly things. I am gonna skip my nightly walk,
Excellent Smoky, had a bit of a dabble myself of late with more modern formats. This is very good, a great read. Looking forward to more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem In style I mean. Kinda unique good one too.