Daylight Musings

A cool light, undecided, comes,
tiptoeing, past day curtains,
hesitatingly, through branches,
that wave in earnest conversation,
casting moving shadows on walls,
shades of gray, crawl from floor to ceiling
with the day’s passing time.

The poet sits, a quiet observer
waiting for the unravelling
of the skein, and the muse’s promptings
to begin the first line, and start,
the weave of ideas, interleaving,
with images, feelings and memories,
that undecided, hesitatingly, come,
tiptoeing, past the mind’s day curtains.

The poet then paints, worded visions,
as resplendent, silvered words,
and then frames them in verses gold.

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.