Here are the poems of sunset number six!
‘Gentle Night’
Pastel colored clouds like the light brushstrokes
Of the craftsmanship of an old Master,
Imbue comfort, assurance and hopes,
Soft glory rifling through fields of aster,
Reminding me of waves lapping the shore
And the smooth pearly insides of seashells
Blues, pinks, lavender and gold, sky’s decor,
No one is dressed as well, despite their frills,
Darkness comes and wraps me in its embrace,
And hands me a blossom of tranquility,
Such hold is restful solitude and grace,
Such bond is noble in gentility,
So I come quiet to time nocturnal,
And my mind opens upon vistas eternal.
Fragment of Freeverse…
Or are the clouds seeping purple bruises,
From the mischief and antics of the moon
In conspiracy with the lonely star
Dangling yonder over my left shoulder?
‘Questions’
Would this be so terrible
a habit, this time of reflection?
To avow may, in due course,
Turn it to obligation,
But when I come to the
End of my life, would
It have been worth it,
After all, to have lived
And come at each days end
With viceral thought and
Pause in meditation
Upon the great I Am?
Could there be pleasure
In spiritual discipline?