Far beyond the ocean
As the raging fire simmers its wrath,
Like a phoenix rising from the flames
Yet a halcyonic antithesis,
Is the birth of the night sky.
A soothing balm to the preceding sizzle,
The charcoal blanket edging towards its pinnacle,
Adorned with the canopy of stars,
It is poise personified.
The iridescent lantern,
Encased in an ivory canvas
Guiding the lost traveller,
A loyal Confederate to the dreams built
And the secrets whispered,
An artist’s fantasy
And companion to those philosophical meanderings.
The night sky,
A tribute to tranquility,
Unparalleled till date
Designed by the nature’s artisan.
Love this! A wonderful interpretation of the prompt.
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Thank you!:)
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You are welcome.
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I guess all poetry lovers are night creatures. The dark sky with those little twinkling stars, is the poet’s blanket.
I say, ‘Let the night come, so that I may write a new poem.’
I agree with Sandy’s comment.
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Haha yes!:)
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So so beautiful😊
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Thank you so so much!:)
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You have awesome poetic skills!
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Thank you!:)
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