Magic Hour for Ms Wizard

terameter sonnet

 

 

Magic hour

 

Its not quite day, its not quite night.

The magic hour that’s in between,

 the soft blue shadows of twilight.

 A time to think of things unseen.

Of absent friends and memories.

 We can recall the distant past

and lose ourselves in reverie.

Unfortunately it cannot last.

We‘re much too busy through the day

 to spare the time to contemplate.

Even what happened yesterday.

When darkness falls it is too late.

Its only when the twilights blue,

 We can remember and we do.

 

11-May-08

 

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Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

I like this one. It's an inside poem between you and someone. It holds a bit of mystery to the viewer.

[Helena]

"Its not quite day, its not quite night.
The magic hour that's in between,
the soft blue shadows of twilight."

What a lovely first stanza. It drew me in completely
and I knew I was in for a treat. I also love "the magic
hour that's in between". Its peaceful and calming
somehow the perfect time to contemplate.

Wonderful poem, thank you.

Helena