In Beauty’s Plume

In Beauty's Plume
In Beauty’s Plume

A collection of short poems for your enjoyment…

In Beauty’s Plume

‘Flowers synchronise,
listening to the day’s resound,
the life that abounds under the sun up high,
as their petals yearn,
aspiring for that nurturing light,
the sustenance of their daily life,
and just a little rain,
the earth so rich to sustain,
their every single bloom,
in beauty’s plume.’

Considering Life

‘In silent release,
to watch the coming night
is a sanctity of peace,
as moonrise blesses sky
and stars shimmer bright,
eternity smiles in knowing plight,
as we so fleeting,
consider life.’

Golden Fields

‘The golden embers of day’s passing
dust the fields, the rises and valleys of home,
and warmth is all that last light gives,
as it fades to horizon’s final song,
and silence bares a serenity, a sanctity of day
before the night’s parade
when diamond fields abscond the sky,
until day once more reveilles.’

Winter’s Glow

‘Light shimmers across the snow,
so deeply felt, life frozen below,
and how gracious the night lights,
colours radiant, lighting up the night,
as stars like studded jewels attest
an infinite beauty, a silent jury
to witness winter’s glow.’

For the Sake of Life

‘Flowers are gifts,
alluring for propagation
and the balance for bees,
in their task undertaken,
the beauty of their needs,
as under sun they open,
their colours vibrantly plead,
sharing in nature’s opportunities,
for the sake of life, indeed.’

In Freedom

‘So delicate, so slender,
so small in surrender to life,
so brief, so majestic its flight,
as if the air itself takes it aloft,
a colourful flower,
in freedom’s soft kiss.’

Difference

‘And do I belong,
this garden of colour
a throng of which I am not a part,
black and white, so out of sight,
yet the garden blooms are vibrant,
colours assumed, but not me,
so should I belong,
a part of this life, I, so removed
from what surrounds me.
I am different,
is that my shame to carry?’

Giant

‘A giant among men,
a stoic figure of renown,
stretches toward the heavens,
imbibes the first morning rays found,
and flowers of lesser plight
look up and sigh,
those who abide in altitudes,
are looked upon, sublime.’

Longevity

‘Light, so muted,
deflected by the growth
of thriving life, a garden of green
buds and leaves and vines
so passionately thrive,
as days offer and life imbibes
each ray and drop of water,
each nutrient given
from a generous earth,
gives hope of life’s longevity.’

Eternity Concurs

‘Clouds stutter, strewn
across a fading azure canvas,
as sun sinks slowly into horizon’s arms,
and a silence descends, a still pensive moment,
a gloaming thought, as night considers
its rising, moon awaiting,
stars but a glance from glimmering
to cloak the sky in a purple maze,
as eternity concurs.’

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

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