Shreds of cloudwith pinkand silver lining.
Birds resting on the roof ridge – a feathered convention
chirping excitedly
as
upper breezes paint the sky
with broad strokes
dipped in passing clouds,
curved like horns of plenty.
Pink glides into
silver, then antique white
set in blue as
the sun,
a brilliant pulsating orb
appears on the stage,
commanding attentionas
as a diva commands
her audience
before lifting her voice
to the heavens.
Life giving energy
pushes the night away,
and the darkness,
before announcing that
another day has dawned
with light to see
each other
for what we really are –
travelers on this ship of hope –
this Blue Planet.
Revel in the music
until the final note
fades in the western sky.
It is from here,
my friends,
that we will spread our wings and fly into the unknown,
beyond our sun –.
We are the People of the Dawn.
Our day is yet to come.
Vi Jones©December 1, 2006
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December 2, 2006 at 6:47 pm
faucon
such imagery!
I quickly grab a pen to sketch
images of my thoughts —
There is no music as prelude to the dance –
if a dance it be,
or a dream birthed from shadows,
pastel scarves and silver beads,
revealed hints of pink that cloud the mind.
Tiny futtered footsteps and mini castanets —
more daring swirl of skirt and empassioned leaps,
arms beconing in Goddess curves …
……………………………….
yes, Vi — I am listening
faucon
December 22, 2006 at 11:18 pm
Heather Blakey
I love to be surrounded by Diva’s like this Vi. Wonderful work darling!
December 26, 2006 at 4:10 am
jan2
This – particularly in the diva section – is brilliant.