Evening Walk.
In the west I see the first star of the night
Beyond is an orange glow on the horizon
Blue sky still above me
Dark shadow and silhouettes
now forming a backdrop
Where once were fluffy white clouds.
Mirror sea, grey, motionless, treasure's unseen
To the shore a skeleton jetty
Once busy and bustling with people
Horses carriages industry
Now only imagined that time before
Left behind are the impressive remains of intermittent pylons on the seabed floor
Tide high and sea shore sparse
White foam surging upon the rocks
I stand above the limestone cliffs
My senses aware I watch in wonder
As another sunset descends,
Over Pt. Willunga
Both
Verse and Photo
by Milli...
I have reposted a poem I wrote some time ago
for the theme this week and I hope that you enjoy it..
soothing write! both complimenting each other very well...great imagery in the verse
ReplyDeleteThanks DP it is a beautiful place to be on a warm evening, just watching the sunset.
ReplyDeleteVenus is looking quite lovely these evenings....nice write 'D'
ReplyDeleteSo is our great big full moon outside Dana and I just went out to take a few photos. Have a lovely day.
ReplyDeletei second the above comments. the imagery sparkling from the lines are inviting.
ReplyDeleteme wanna walk on the sand. beautiful words and photo.
Both verse and photo are a delight to see and read.
ReplyDeleteLoved the prose with the occasional break into rhyme.
This is the only prose I have read that is worthy of the name, but in the extreme.
A wonderful evocation of the evening de-dawning. Enjoyed very much!
ReplyDeleteAs I read, I was there standing on that cliff watching the sun descend. Love the Photo, I am biased about sunsets :).
ReplyDeleteInteresting how you captured the photo. The descending sun looks as if it is peaking through one of the pylons, almost as if a hole were there, or the sun burned through to make an opening.
ReplyDeleteI find this rather nice, not just for the imagery this portends, but of the remembrance of days past and the almost quiet comfort it brings about now.
Serenity.
I feel as if I were standing there after reading the poem
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