Poetry – Without me – a surreal night of icy moon and reptilian clouds.
Sometimes the world is unreal, like a stage-set. The lighting is too surreal. It bathes everything in its frigid glow and freezes it.
The moon was casting a bright, hard blue glow, creating sharp shadows and inky pools. It transformed the countryside into ice.
It seemed to rush across the sky yet it was the clouds streaming by. Those clouds were high and wispy and formed into the scales of some huge celestial fish that glowed with life; the life that the moon was sucking from the land.
I did not know what to look at;
The wondrous rushing panorama of the sky or the frozen ocean of the land. They were both as magnificent and unreal.
It was a story of vastness and mystique. The eye and mind were held by the spectacle. It felt like a performance, a living piece of Art, yet it was so cold and devoid of warmth. It was a tableau of beauty yet without life.
I felt as if I was the only person in the whole universe who was witnessing it. It was exhilarating yet it sent a tremor of fear through my spine.
I knew one day it would perform its similar tricks and no eyes would be there to marvel.
WITHOUT ME
The large Moon gliding through
The illuminated scales
Of some giant surreal fish
With icy-blue bitter light
Bathing the fields
With stark clarity.
As the fields rolled in eerie relief
Like a crystalline sea
I found it hard to imagine
That the scene could exist
Without me.
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Hey Opher,
Atmospheric and profound: as if lulled and lured by Luna chic, enchanted by ethereal mystique, but only you with eyes to see, could write of her bewitchery.
Have a great day.
DN
Cheers Dewin – nice to have you back!
Thanks dude. ‘Tis good to be back.
DN
Hi Dewin – keep it real!!
Hey Opher – of course, always in all ways without deviation.
DN
Meandering is good too!
Hey Opher – ah yes! But too much anfractuosity will be the flexuosity of me!
DN
Dewin – you speak in esoteric poems.
Hey Opher – hmm thank you. I try for magical realism but slip and slide in rarefied tide flowing from the recondite side.
DN
And the words leak through you from an ocean of wonder.
Purposeful meandering!
Hey Opher – I think I purposefully meandered a straight-path yesterday whilst walking a Whippet called Alice.
DN
Dogs never meander Dewin – they adhere to the curves of the universe.
Hey Opher – indeed she does and frequently at lightening pace! ‘Tis as if she walks in Wonderland.
DN
She walks a different world to us. Scent is her sight. What wonders she sees.
I have seen such an arresting sight, Opher. I was at a retreat in the mountains when I walked outside the building to find the side of mountain all aglow. It was October, around 8:30 pm. Others came out to see, but we couldn’t tell where the light was coming from. And it was dark out! It was as if the mountain itself was shining out from within. Tried to get a picture, but it just didn’t do it justice…
Hi Cheryl – good to hear from you! Yes Nature is wonderful – sometimes it reveals something that fills you with awe and wonder. Such strange phenomena.
I’d feel insulted if I were a cloud.
I often insult clouds Ken.
I’ve never met a reptilian cloud. Will you introduce me?
I think it was more of a Piscean cloud than reptilian but reptilian is nice. It’s the scales we are seeing – like the flank of a giant dragon, a huge bream or snake.