Sunset Sonnet Vibrations - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Flamingo flames flare fitfully, restore
fey fanfare firework vistas sparkling West.
Dusk's twilight sky shows gorgeous colours more
gorgeous still compared to emptiness
of night’s dark empire, highlights all before
final flickers, filtered, fail, life blessed.
Now Nature slumbers. Memory's dream store
snaps insights from some random frames at rest.
Faery fire tongues with oblivion war.
Suspended animation, loss of zest
ignores for pregnant promise's encore
gestates as wonder. Time through time attests
to paradise reflections palette wed,
pigment variations sky theme spread.
Sun's setting dreams reflections from sky to
unsleeping oceans, echo photon beams,
waves ceaselessly repeating Nature's themes
to span the rainbow's multicoloured hue.
Calm, harmony, together take their cue
from rite eternal as the last light's gleams
illuminate the spirit that now seems
at rest, all for the best, as through and through
emotions' motions multiply. Time true
to time repeats circadian rhythm's streams
of consciousness. Imagination teams
in tune with life and light day, night, renew.
Tomorrow's promise shines through palm tree fronds,
or fern, or dune reeds, reinforcing bonds.
Evensong denies day's noise pollution,
sounds shimmer shadow, subtle, minor key
no less intense though major cares may be
melted into context. Some solution
to wordly worries inner ear finds - fusion
of past and future opportunity
may span gap, bridge mind fails to find when we
busy bee from whim to whim confusion.
Night knows no silence, spurns dark tomb's seclusion,
root grows, sap flows, while winter set spring free,
so dark prepares tomorrow's clarity
while mole scares worm beneath calm's balm illusion.
Stars signal stars as relay stations hum
and poet soundless pens by rule of thumb.
(21 March 2013)
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