A sonnet


Night garden


Out of the darkness all that light outside
seems so much brighter and somehow ablaze
as the sun settles down, the colour white
changes to orange, then again displays

a pale green yellow, till a spell of dark
engulfs the garden in a twilit gloom,
before it turns to grey with a last spark
of dying sunray, only to resume

a new state of existence everywhere.

All birdsong stops. Dusk paints the grasses grey.
Some dark-winged moths dance in the breathless air,
a spider web hangs empty of its prey.

Night has now fallen and a moon afloat
is crossing ponds, a silent quivering boat .



Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2014-01-01 at 13:34

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Ivan R
Oh, so beautiful, so graceful, so good
2015-08-30



Of all poetic forms I love the sonnet most. It seems there is nothing cannot be conveyed in fourteen lines.

I like that you've made the form your own, but kept the rhyme and meter.
2014-01-01


countryfog
This is one of the most beautiful and evocative poems I have read in a long time, an intimate attention to the nuances of what you see that most of us would not have paid such attention to. There is an Eastern sensibility about this that I often strive for but rarely achieve half so well as this.
2014-01-01