Ethereal

The aspect unique
Never again to be
Time space nature
My glance perchance

The morning sun
In burning gold
Fires a grove
Of ancient pine

Needles blazing
Jeweled in spider
Webs irridescent
In morning dew

Stained glass worthy
Of Chartres envy
but transient
Inshallah




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-10 at 02:52

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
How lovely, how wonderful to share and live your moment. Such visions live in the memory and no camera, no matter how sophisticated, could ever capture that picture. I like the short lines, brief as the moment they recreate.
2019-07-15


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
How thoughtful of you to allow us to "see" what you saw.
2019-07-10


Bibek
This is so picturesque. The way you depict one image after another reminds me of Cezanne's paintings. I like this "ethereal" work of art.
2019-07-10



I enjoyed, and indeed enjoy, this poem very much. The sunlight on pine, spiderwebs, dewdrops, a transient scene speaking of glory as clearly as stained glass. The details and images of stanzas two through four show skill, sensitivity, and an indispensable alertness. Thank you for posting this poem!
2019-07-10