A twilight canvas
barren of light
prelude to the masterpiece
hovers unseen
upon desolate skies
waiting to be fashioned.
Out of darkness
they emerge
white winged choreographers
painting circles
and breeding life.
Seagulls at Night soar
faithfully
indiscriminately
a free form phenomenon.
5 comments:
I wanted to stop by and thank you for you great comment. WOW, your pictures and poetry are amazing...I am humbled!
I can almost imagine the scene, the eerie half-light, the silence, and the swirl of gulls.
C - You are to0 kind. Thank you.
John - Exactly the scene. Thanks, and by the way I love your blog.
love both your poem and picture, indeed, barren of light but a prelude to the masterpiece.
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