Detour At Dusk Poem by Lillian Susan Thomas
Detour At Dusk
After evening papers have been thrown
Walking home I take a detour
To follow a drainage culvert
Ending in a fallow field
Overgrown with mesquite and weeds.
I wander down a dog path to a brackish pond
And add my reedy imperfect pitch
To the croaks and croons, warbles and whistles
Of the sundown jam session
As frogs tune up and birds nestle down.
My own voice cracks from dryness.
I pause - ears attune to some distant song
Overwhelmed by this noisy autumn rejoicing.
I search the deep blue above.
Shading my eyes, I look west,
See! a jagged 'V' crossing sky lanes.
Such longing in those faraway honks
Is almost lost in immense indigo
And vast violet as it darkens to dusk.
The evening spills its magic in exactly the same beautiful way as you described in your poem. Everyone with an urge of experiencing pleasant things wishes to have a U turn like that and witness the artistry of Nature. The imagery shown is deified in this poem as a vista...... Regards Naseer
Very beautiful imagery, it creates a vivid experience for the reader, who is able to be there with the speaker, see the colors of the sky, the greenery on the ground, and listen to the sounds she describes. The sense impressions are very well projected-they are the essence of the reader's sense experience. Thanks so much for sharing!
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4/26/2024 1:58:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a Wonderful poem! It was as though you were following my footsteps in the Northern summer. It takes a very observant person to see all those little yet remarkable details. You have such great promise as a poet. I laud you. Adeline