Sparrow Serenade

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Poem number 28 NaPoWriMo

It was that hour

when the night

heads toward dawn

the stars still shimmering in the sky

the moon now pale

almost transparent

as the night begins fading

the poet still hard at work

with inspiration that came

as the veil of darkness decended

the muses still singing

the songs he would listen to

when the romance of the night was upon him

wearily he saw that soon

a blood, red sun would come rising

taking away the moon

and with it all the twinkling stars

that like light bulbs

were extinguishing in the morning sky

and with it what inspiration he still had

desperately pounding on the keyboard

he wanted to finish

before a brand new day found him

and as streaks of light lit up the night

like a painter with a brush

painting away the dark

he heard a sparrow

start to trill in a tree

it sang glory to the new day

and with that the poet

had enough inspiration to finish

what he had begun

until another purple twilight

when the muses would rise

from their beds

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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