Vic

Vic


 

I.
 
Atop a hill he stood, in the magical hour
The sun shining sideways, colorizing the sky
Rainbow hues have exploded in breath-taking pow’r
 
And the rolling golden fields of grain, far and nigh
Turned deep ochre; burnt orange, then lucent amber;
The heavens darken, as the day breathed a last sigh!
 
A more fascinating sight, he can’t remember!
Layers of red, tangerine clouds, shades of copper;
Deep purple up high, with the blue ocean under
 
And the cool breeze, to his ears a gentle whisper
A muted reminder, should the stunning spectacle
Be not enough to prompt a delightful shiver
 
There before him, his eyes feast on a miracle
A display of pow’r, mystical yet lyrical!
 
II.
 
But sadly, the magical hour’s just transient
For the sun disappeared behind faraway hills
If only he could freeze time, the night he’d prevent
 
And let kaleidoscopic splendor give him chills...
But shadows swept the fields, in dark and darker grays
Thus unseen, meadows of heathers and daffodils
 
But in the flat plains below, a lonely tree sways
Its leaves in rhythm with the early evening breeze
Tall grasses, their blades shimmer with poetic grace
 
In monochromatic light from behind tall trees!
The dark ocean glistening from borrowed moonlight
And the waves, sweet lullaby from beyond the seas
 
Yes, sunset’s over; but there’s beauty in the night
Magic and myst’ry when the moon has taken flight!
 
oOo
12-27-2017
© Vic A Evora

Some say sunset or sundown; others say dusk or twilight, even afterglow. That period of time between day and night. For me, it is a "magical hour" - a most beautiful, heavenly time. Artists have tried to paint it but their interpretations are all short of the original. Poets have written about it, but no poem has ever captured its real beauty. I have written a few attempts and have failed miserably. Alas!!

Technically, above poem is in two stanzas, composed of fourteen lines each. Each line has twelve syllables (hexameter I suppose, though I'm not sure). The rhyming pattern in each stanza is 121-232-343-454-55 - which I copied from Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind"...

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Nelson D Reyes
almost 2 years

“Plagiarize and pathetic” certainly are jagging words, harsh. “Copy and sad” are more like it. We copy nature sadly. Some of its grandeur is lost in the copying, in the translation, in the painting or photographing of it. Magnanimous as we are in our love and appreciation of nature still we come up short in fully grasping its magnificent fleeting beauty. Maybe this is why - it is a fleeting beauty, changes with time at all times each time another magnificently grand showing we helplessly yield to magnanimously.

Thus we have almost as glorious as nature itself works of arts, poetry, music and architecture - imitations of nature - as best exemplified by you, Robert and yes our exquisitely passionate lover of words and nature herself Jenifer.

Vic
Vic
almost 2 years

@Nelson D Reyes: Imitations of nature - yes, that's what we do. Never close to the original but we do the best we could.

Nelson D Reyes
almost 2 years

Beautiful Brod. Nature is magnificent, magical and majestic. It naturally changes with time. Or time naturally changes with nature, all four seasons of it. The sun is there and earth among others dances around it. Multiply this many times and we got cosmos.
This poem says it all-the magical afterglow time of our life when we begin to pursue other loves, other passions (when we retire, e.g.) just like nature embracing seasonal changes, like the day welcoming night and the break of dawn. And so on. That’s why we humankind, poets and artists are ever in awe of nature, its grandest splendor is always in the offing, yet to come. All we can do is plagiarize its magnificent beauty with our pathetic words and paints.
Thank you Brod. Like. The images are nothing short of fantastic!

Vic
Vic
almost 2 years

@Nelson D Reyes: Thank you for liking Brod. May br my last poem for acwhile now that I will be very busy in retirement HAHAHA!

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
almost 2 years

@Vic: Have you thought of maybe painting? Or learning a musical instrument?

Vic
Vic
almost 2 years

@Nelson D Reyes: I used to go to Pinot's Palette or Painting with a Twist, a couple hours of painting while drinking vino. But I ran out of space in the house to hang up the painting LOL

Barb Clarke
almost 2 years

My favorite time of day as well. You describe it well! Great poem VIC.

Vic
Vic
almost 2 years

@Barb Clarke: thanks so much Barb. Happy new year!

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