Colm Keenan

Evening Inspiration - Poem by Colm Keenan

As grey clouds of mosaic glide into eve,
Rickets of light beam through.
A bird flies by
This darkening sky;
A mandolin leads a lonely tune;
And mist forms o'er the hills.
Another day gone
But the dawn to spawn;
The sun to rise;
And the pale blue skies.

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Comments about Evening Inspiration by Colm Keenan

  • (5/13/2016 2:56:00 AM)

    a softening of the sharp edges in mosaic... nice (Report) Reply

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  • (12/9/2015 4:03:00 AM)

    beautiful poem I like it (Report) Reply

  • (9/25/2005 7:26:00 AM)

    A very enchanting poem. Beautifully expressed. Looking forward to read more of your works. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 25, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 25, 2009

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