Lying on a beach in silence
Watching the setting sun as
Shades of orange and red
Flash across the grey skies
Which grow darker as the fire ball
Touches the horizon
And gently disappears behind it
The village musician
Captures the moment
On his flute and the air is soon
Filled with a soft melody
That transports
The listeners on the ground
Into a whole new world
Of peace and harmony
All earthly worries and troubles
Are absorbed by the sands
And washed away by
The waves lashing the shore
With a steady rhythm in tune with
The musicians flute
The stars make an appearance
As the skies get blacker and
Twilight turns to night
Beautiful writing Sandra. The image of the fireball is superb and the flute's music combined with the sound of the waves and the colors is simply wonderful. 10 love Karin
Sandra, you capture the moment as you touch the horizon of poetry. A very lovely work. :)
The expressiveness of this fine poem was quite exceptional, Sandra, and your imagery in it was superb as well. You painted a vivid and unforgettable scene with your well chosen words in this lovely poem. Carl.
As the sun flees to sink into the edge of the earth, for the day to become the peaceful night, the musician plays a soothing tune to the minds of listeners. Beautiful, serene poem.
There is something of the setting of the sun which seems to make us hold our breath until it submerges..being surrounded with haunting tones of music only increases the sense of a large cathedral in which we open to all existence..lovely word picture here.
that smooth transition which normally goes unnoticed, thnq sandra...
As our sun slowly sinks, to rise upon a different world, our days troubles melt away, a peace that settles down comes over us as twilight turns to night. A lovely time of day. A lovely poem 10+
just as we embrace the day, we should also embrace the night for what it gives us... peace, rest, a time to reflect....and this is what your poem does...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Sandra. You could very well capture that scene and take us there for few moments. Sometimes your style very much resembles that of Mamta Agarwal, who is a great descriptive poet.