The Fist Of Dusk I Saw Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

This poem is the landscape of Night and its stillness is welcome in a world like ours with the perfervid activity of the daytime. I like the stetching out of things in this poem as if stretching is also a dissolution, the hard edges of things soften, silence replaces sounds. It's consoling to to see how thoroughly you have made the world harmless at night. You have not permitted any of the dark beings in some of your poems to enter this one, so the natural goodness of things prevails. I may be overstating the serenity of this poem, but that just shows my appreciation is motivated by a desire for a truly still, undisturbed landscape. How about you? What do you feel when you're INSIDE this peaceful world yu've created?

Well presented with good word pictures... like the fist of dusk. well done.. Miken