Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Nocturne


Night Birds Indigo by Sea Moon



And now the little nightbirds all are sleeping.
A froggy chorus rides the evening air.
High in the cedar, mourning doves are calling;
in the topmost branch, they've found
some  purchase there.


The dusky light creeps softly down the mountain.
The heron on one leg folds up her wing.
Owl swoops the tall grass searching for her dinner.
 Around the pond the  noisy crickets sing.

Onto the darkening pasture
creeps the nightfall,
atop the barn, a silver slice of moon.
The stars wink on. The twilight turns
to darkness. It's time to sleep.  
Morning will come too soon.


At Real Toads, Kerry has requested a nocturne, which she explains is a night song, which should be lyrical rather than narrative,  create mood and atmosphere, and focus on what is felt rather than understood.

24 comments:

  1. This poem also 'rides the evening air', Sherry: such lovely cadence borrowing notes from Chopin himself.

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  2. Lovely creeping cheeping sleeping ... everything is moving and only the nightbirds sleep with us. I like this so much!

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  3. Lovely. That time of day is so wonderful. and... I found the Nocturne prompt...Thanks so much.

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  4. This makes me want to join the night birds, Sherry. And sleep now, as morning does come very soon! This is a lovely poem, Sherry.

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  5. This is almost like a song, Sherry. Makes night seem very inviting.

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  6. You have done so amazingly well with this! I adore it and have bookmarked it.

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  7. This is so lovely Sherry, I can hear it sung on the night air. You have certainly captured the beauty of the night.

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  8. I love yours Sherry! Wow, I wrote about night and the moon and then the day appearing ;D Funny we did it that way, but different~ I agree yours is so lyrical n' beautiful~

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  9. Oh, this was written by a mother who sang lullabies, I'll bet. So peaceful, I want it to be the last thing I read before I sleep. The night birds, the heron, the slice of moon.
    Sigh.
    G'night.
    K

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  10. Wonderful, mi amiga. I fantasize of these twilights.

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  11. Morning comes too soon when the soul is busy sipping the nectar of a silent night echoing its beauty!lovely!

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  12. I like the tone of this one, and nice structure too.

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  13. I think you surpassed the challenge of the prompt. This is so so beautiful, soothing, full of life. Wow Sherry.

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  14. Such a lulling lovely rhythm and beautiful imagery.

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  15. Sweet, sweet sigh...this is such a delicately balanced symphony of nature you've provoked for the senses...SO lovely, Sherry!

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  16. Love this Sherry specially the last verse ~ Time to sleep now ~

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  18. This is sublime, Sherry. I especially love the balance and sound of these lines:
    High in the cedar, mourning doves are calling;
    in the topmost branch, they've found
    some purchase there...
    They really set the tranquil mood.

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  19. :) nice journey from night to morning

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  20. VEry good capture of the mood Sherry. I may have to rework mine now that I have read poems like yours with good mood, Nifty photo of the birds!

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  21. Sherry, I imagine you observing with patience and quiet to convey so well.

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