The Night Sky Poem by Valsa George
The Night Sky
As the sun moves to the western horizon
Colours are skilfully blended in a palette
In an instant the sky becomes an exquisite canvas of art
Making even Van Gogh burn in jealousy
With the last glimmer of sunset
When the shadows chase the light,
The aerial folks fly back to their nests
Like black and white specks dotting the sky
With a dark drape stretched across the Earth's face
The arrival of the night is a spectacular sight
Cicadas and crickets welcome her with their ceremonious band
And street lamps blink their eyes to catch a better view
While truant clouds still wander around aimless
The cerulean sky signals them to hurry
Stars slowly appear in the night sky
Like sequins stitched on to a blue brocade
The full moon smiles down
The empress of the night, proud and regal
She and her retinue keep guard over the slumbering Earth
The unpaid sentries of the night!
A gentle breeze makes a palanquin ride
Wafting in the scent of opening buds
The beauty of the night sends me to raptures
My heart exploding like foaming wine in a bottle
Yet I cannot but keep wondering
How many dark secrets
The night holds
Within her tenebrous folds!
I go outside as often as possible to watch the sunset and all that unfolds at dusk. I then remain out to gaze at the sky for up to another 4-6 hours. Your poem so eloquently describes why I do this. Thank you, Valsa
Van Gogh painted his Starry Night in a mental hospital. Different persons give different meanings to this great work of art. The poetess paints it from a sweet home and her poem is not a dream of a crazy artist. It's a wonderful painting with help of beautiful lines having charms of colorful words.
Sunset and the arrival of night exquisitely described. You excel when you bring in the breeze and aroma of opening buds on a poetic palanquin. (10)
Wow! breathtakingly beautiful with stunning imagery and a tribute to the night in all its spectacular glory!
There is so much to love about this poem. I adore the image of the truant clouds and a band of crickets and cicadas. The beauty and romance spills from this lovely poem. I was swept up with the romance and magic....gorgeous! Straight to my favourites!
The Night Sky holds many dark secrets This poem unfolds many of its mysteries. Still many secrets are hidden in its darkness A time may paint again its mysteries. Let's wait for another picture This poem shines in sky of darkness. Beautiful poem shining like twinkling stars. Loved it from your pen Valsa. I have to learn a lot from you.
The mystery of night sky nicely revealed to the readers creating great imagery with articulate touch.10+++
Shoot, if he were still alive, Van Gogh would read this and pull his hair out in frustration that he could not paint this nightscape more full of beauty, more full of wonder, and more full of heart-touching detail. This is Poetry with a capital P. Every verse in this poem fits right in with this stunning verse: With the last glimmer of sunset When the shadows chase the light, The aerial folks fly back to their nests Like black and white specks dotting the sky 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hmm..... Susan I don't know how to thank you enough! I only know this much..... your beautiful comments make me want to write again and again though I have been passing through an inert phase of life.... may be the Writer's Block!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 7:34:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a brilliant write! Imagery is simply spell-binding. The nightfall is so beautifully portrayed that the reader's heart explodes like foaming wine in a bottle. Richly descriptive. The last stanza is like icing on the cake. It gives an emotional angle to the exquisite description that precedes it. A10