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In the Gleam of It All

A free verse poem

Painterly rendering of sunset photo of water and reeds meeting sky in centre radiating golds and greens.
Enhanced by Karen Arnold at PublicDomainPictures from skeeze at Pixabay

In nostalgic light
dwells a honeyed sorrow
discrete as slip of wing
in the whole of abject sky
full of bewitching rays
staining my eyes
between midday and night
green as gold
where heart craves
to haunt inside
and unravel like foliage
knit in amber-hued afternoon
becoming more exquisite
like song nearing end
the chorus of blue
taking all of me with it…




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Jessica Lee McMillan

Jessica Lee McMillan

Poet, Iconoclast, Word Nerd. Likes shiny things. Writes on Philosophy, Music, Nature.