Morning//Evening

Morning

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This morning, the sun rose bright and early, blinding the sky with it’s rays as sharp as lemons yet as soft as buttercups. The sky…was blue. A faint sort of cold blueness that gradually grew darker and darker as you raised your eyes upwards to observe it’s vastness.

The sun did little to ease the crisp autumn air but the thought of the sun shining down was reminiscent of the summer days long gone and long to return. The sight of the sun’s glow falling deftly on the still, crystalline sea was e t h e r e a l.

Evening

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The sun set was slow – reluctant – today. It lingered between the trees on the horizon for what felt like eternity, casting a dappled glow on the land and creating a beautiful patchwork of auburn warmth as it weaved itself between fallen leaves.

When it finally let go, and drifted down below the tree line, a band of yellow-ish green clouds remained, making the point where the sky met the sea more visible than ever. The sea was still calm, but the starry curtain that was beginning to drape itself over the last remaining traces of the sun was as alive with light and beauty as ever. It was truly s t e l l a r.

(Description of the sky today as observed by me on my way to and from college on the bus).

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//Look to the sky//

 

Look to the sky,
The liquid, flowing
Swirling whirlpool.
Flooding, engulfing
All that stare.

Look to the sky,
The hazy pastel,
Molten layers.
Burning, singing,
All that dare.

Look to the sky,
The ominous, dense,
Lilac fog.
Smothering, crushing,
All those who care.

Look to the sky,
The twinkling, glistening,
Sparks of ideas.
Inspiring, influencing,
All that is rare.

Look to the sky,
The sobbing, streaming,
Heavy eyelids.
Drenching, soaking,
More than I can bare.


Haven’t wrote poetry in a while…

I do love writing poems and it’s something I discovered through blogging. I think they are a good way of expressong feelings and emotions whilst still being creative.

This poem is about the sky and how it’s changes make different people feel. I often feel affected by the weather and the way the sky looks which probably sounds really odd – please tell me I’m not alone? Like today for example it’s been very grey and rainy and I’ve just felt exhausted and tired all day where as if it was sunny I would have been more energentic and actually got some work done instead of sleeping and playing ukulele all day.

I think sometimes it’s nice to take a step back and look at the world around us and kind of see how nature is feeling. That’s what I tried to do with this poem.

I hope your weekend has been more productive than mine so far – I’ve been so drained of energy I couldn’t even find the inspiration to write a proper blog post, so you’ve ended up with this, sorry! Hope you are all ok! 🙂

P.S. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, the last stanza doesn’t represent how I’m feeling right now – I was try to use volta (dramatic mood change at the end of a poem) to make my poems a little more….interesting?

Merci pour lit/lire???? (my French is so bad rn idek, sorry). 🙂