Evening Light

My eyes now follow
Trajectories of shadows.
Deep, dark green hollows
Beneath the elder,

by Tom Billsborough Click to read full poem

Comments (17)

You are a Poet full of contrasts. A beautifully crafted write.
A natural poet who colors the canvas wth nature's beauty.
its a well crafted poem and its interesting I like it. can you please check my poem " I seek a friend" it maybe of your interest,
My eyes now follow Trajectories of shadows. Deep, dark green hollows Beneath the elder, Enhancing the meadowsweet's White feathers And the cascades of jasmine Swimming like stars. - - - - - - - - - - - -Wow.....the lovely word pictures can seduce anybody ! !
Metaphorically enriched piece of hope-giving poem. It's shortly salient. Much kudos to the skilled hand.
Thank you poet for sharing it
Wonderful, I adore Meadowsweet too: -)
Tom Billsborough, Hello. What fun I had reading your poem speaking to the delightful contrasts within our outer world. Dark and light, the beauty of a masterpiece for us to play in our imagination's words. Blessings to you in writing and work. Kathy
Truly a delightful poem Tom sir..
Nature, it's so unspeakable, and full of glory!
You have painted a lovely picture of the entwining shadows left by the paling evening light. The flowers of contrast shades with a dark aura about them must be a lovely sight..... in the glimmer of the twilight evening! Lovely description! Top marks!
Meadowsweet Plant Filipendula ulmaria, commonly known as meadowsweet or mead wort, is a perennial herb in the family Rosaceae that grows in damp meadows. It is native throughout most of Europe and Western Asia. It has been introduced and naturalised in North America. Wikipedia old Tom, i don't see anything here (above) about them having feathers. is this some kind of trick? ? ? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i prefer to be within the trajectory**** of a shadow than within one of an air-to-ground missel, miscel, micsile, miscle, missle, misspell! ! ! damn, how DO you spell it? ? no, not missal. well, maybe not one of them either. damn (again) . when i tried to Google the word, i did spell it correctly! missile! ! ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ****tra·jec·to·ry trəˈjekt(ə) rē/ noun noun: trajectory; plural noun: trajectories 1. the path followed by a projectile flying or an object moving under the action of given forces. the missile's trajectory was preset synonyms: course, path, route, track, line, orbit the missile's trajectory 2. Geometry a curve or surface cutting a family of curves or surfaces at a constant angle. Origin - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - favorite lines: I am seduced by these contrasts Which the light now fingers...................i've been seduced by fingers before! bri :)
I really enjoyed the visuals within your words as I read along each line. Nature is such a wonderful thing. Annette
Really enjoyable. reading is an experience. Indeed a good piece of work.10 for you.
I think this would make a great poem of the day! :) Could I have permission to share this on my Facebook poetry blog. I would pair it with a photograph and include a link to your poem on poemhunter. Thanks!
I am seduced by this poem. Like mirrors, I love poems about shadows. Interestingly, this poem is not necessarily about shadows produced by the speaker, but more like shadows produced in nature, that provide the contrast necessary to even more closely observe nature's beauty that harsh sunlight can sometimes obscure. This is often written about by photographers when considering the best time of day to capture the best images. The imagery in your poem is pure beauty as are the words. Just love this one. Thanks!
Delightful! I like to visit each of my gardens at different times of the day. At sunset, I sit on the patio and smell the phlox