Rose of dew

Mist shrouds,
the horizons' shoulders,
as a wary scene
from an archaic moor.

All is stillness,
ephemeral quietude,
save the ticking of clocks
slightly offset.

And it begins,
a crystalline beading
of geometric precision,
petals of dew fall like veils.

 

Sylvan... this is outstanding... not unlike your other postings...

You make me a better writer, just reading your works.

 

i like it.

 

thank you both for responding, it always feels good to receive feedback.

 

Gentle voice in this, I loved the specifics such as "horizons' shoulders," "slightly offset", "petals of dew" made me smile.

 

All is stillness,
ephemeral quietude,
save the ticking of clocks
slightly offset.
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Thank you, lol~*

 

Good poem, keep writing.

 

The last stanza is a perfect description of this poem, or your style in general. Every syllable serves its purpose, here. I absolutely love it. The only complaint I have is that you’re not posting as much anymore! Had to dig it up… Hope all is well with you, and glad you could stop in to share this!

 

this is so, so good! post more!!

 

Thank you all for your kind comments.