"...There may never be another opportunity
For me to hear what you never intended to say."
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Dusk
The soft, blue-gray light,
The dappled light streaming through horizontal blinds
The imperfect light of which doth shine
Upon my book and unread lines.
stunning imagery.
ReplyDeletewell done.
Happy Mother's Day.
haiku-ish :). loved it!
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ReplyDeletecute write.
Short and sweet! Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteI've always loved to see light shining through the blinds at dawn or dusk. Your poem captures the feeling beautifully.
ReplyDeleteHope they won't be unread for much longer.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
Mmm, makes me want to curl up in my own room and read in the soft light of evening:)
ReplyDeleteFour lines, how swiftly thee steal my heart. Lovely said and beautifully shared, I thank yee for this, for it doth bring me pleasure and great joy.
ReplyDeleteWell done! It's very haiku-like in the sense that it perfectly captures one idea or moment in time.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful to read - thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteA fetching piece!
ReplyDeleteLovely piece, very poignant and charming! :)
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