May 18, 2011
By John Williams BRONZE, Destrehan, Louisiana
John Williams BRONZE, Destrehan, Louisiana
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Twilight is born.
The moon is vibrantly visible with its pale light
Proud. Stars commerce between one another
In the distant blue-black abyss. The crisp aura
Of the moonlit night deepens even the moods
Of the start in the vast milky-way. Children close
Their infant eyes for the evening. The dark owls
Of time sweep across the globe in a silent fury.
Faint drops of dew swell in the yard as the drowning
Grass cries tears of fatigue. The last of the candles
Are blown out and the scent of wick smoke fills the
Light, silent air. The streets mourn for loud sounds
And quakes, but nothing is heard, not even the wind
Can spare a few whispers for the new moon.
Zephyrs circulate the idyllic, Incandescent sky. In
The astounding lunar sphere seems to die down
Just as the lively stars fade into a sapphire like soup.
The black sky turns into dull, lightless indigo. The
Moon and sun shakes hands and trade places, bidding
Each other farewell. The sun, now barely visible, rises
Beyond the horizon, leaving dawn in its past.
Twilight dies.

The author's comments:
This poem represents the calm, peaceful experience I always experience during the twilight hours. My poem expressed my deep love for the time of day around midnight. In the poem, you will find many poetic devices. Some of the devices found were imagery, assonance, and even communication to the audience. Since it is my favorite time of day, I used elaborate sensory details and imagery. Now peer information was exchanged in this poem to help each of my fellow students and I to complete these wonderful pieces of work. From the R&R, I was able to gain an organized version of ideas together. I was also helped with setting the main tone and theme of my poem when I was still creating it. Overall, as you can see, the poem was a marvelous success towards our assigned topic.

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