The Pale Mountain

Year poem was written: 2014

      The sun begins to rise above the bleak horizon,

            standing over the blinding night.

       Seen in the cold dawn of the young morning,

            lies a grand and sky-vast mound of rock.

       Pale in the light of numerous pretty hues,

            like a rainbow of faded paint.

       In the pale brown and pale yellow,

            and the paleness of the pale blue.

       Blending together to create nature's dawn,

            for this rubble is the sun's canvas.

       Bearing the beauty of this subtle wonder,

            such a magnificent mountain of majesty.

Author's Note

Not sure about how well this one is. Please kindly tell me what you think is good and you think is bad about it.

Reviews

[zainul]

Love your poem.
It has depicted the beauty of nature wonderfully.
My favorite lines are:
"Bearing the beauty of this subtle wonder,

such a magnificent mountain of majesty.

You may take care of the second stanza.

[Jack Wolfe]

Hey, Ezekiel, You painted a vivid and beautiful picture, quite majestic. I would warn, watch your use of repetitive words in such close proximity and in a short stanza, other than that, this read very well.

[Ezekiel Silver]

Yes I was experimenting to see whether or not that would work well in my poetry. I got the idea off of some work written by Carl Sandburg and thought I'd give it a try.