Reprieve

A warm sunset, the unspoken facture of the end of the day.

The volant moon could not wait its turn,

a preemptive crescent as the reds and oranges

slowly gave way to a more flattering black.

The stars, no longer obscure,

no longer outshone by the high octane behemoth,

obnounce their control of the sky.

Their inclination surges in sparkles.

Thoughts collide and mesh like a scribble.

They pound at the skull, begging to escape.

If only they could be scriven,

their premise trying to take shape.

The tangles separate and take form,

a theme rises and repeats.

No rest until there is freedom.

A pen in hand, it is granted.

Reviews

[Seanh12]

Very good poem i like it. You use very good descriptions of the setting, and the night sky well done .

[RachelReaper]

I translated this to mean that you are a bit of night writer, am I right? I love writing at night, I think the quiet peacefulness of the night sky is a wonderful inspiration, which is why I could never understand why some are afraid of the dark.

[inconsistentsea]

I believe it was a challenge, to write a poem using a predetermined set of words. I wish I could write in the moment and be inspired by that which is right in front of me. I do feel most creative during the night, though. Thanks for taking a look.

[RachelReaper]

:)

[JC]

fantastic, vivid, celestial scribble...can feel you taking in all around you in overwhelming poeticness...

[Poetic Beauty]

The first stanza reminds me of an eclipse. I love the night the the sparkling star and the illuminating moon. It makes me feel calm and at ease. Great descriptions.