Nestled in days’ silhouette,
Safe within the spreading jet,
Slipstream waves silver wedge
Crest the tide on evening’s edge
Tapering to the peace of night
Spirit gliding without flight
Across the matte pool still and calm
Uniformity belies all harm.
Wings of grace carry darkness on
Through brilliant days to the shadows beyond.
Were you happy when you poeted about the Black Swan...? Or you had something sad... You wanted it To fly with thee black wings...! Very thoughtful...!
A very lovely poem here Danny - beautiful to imagine the scene.
Hello.. I ummed and arrred over this or the ribbon write but landed here (glad I did too) you lay beautiful harmonious evening song visuals here. Amongst the dusk I could see the swans slowly gliding leaving behind one of my favourite descriptions in a long time! (Slipstream waves silver wedge, Crest the tide on evening's edge) stunning... There is not one thing I would wish to change and I love the way you set up the continual cycle of life (day through to night) a great tie up to the piece.. Thank you Karen
Liked this one. We too have black swans in our park in Hagerstown so, of course, I had to read this one. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pretty. I remember I was in the countryside once and I saw a black swan skinning across the lake, how my heart leaped at such a beautiful site! They really are amazing creatures, aren't they?