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Twilit Serenade for One
by Alison McKenzieIt was a salmon colored sky,
Both the sun and the sliver-moon
Appearing unbelievably positioned
One to the other.
Through the trees,
The orange-sun
Screamed for fire.
The birds whispered
To “hurry and nest;”
It was time to take first watch.
The air was
The color of tinted glass;
The magic of twilight.
The crickets and katydids
Set up some sort of relay
Just for me –
A continuous serenade
Unheard by any of the masses.
They belong in their sky,
Their nests,
Their forests.
I wander aimlessly through,
Wondering if I’ll ever find
Where I belong –
Grateful, always,
For the majesty along the way.
08/22/2012 Posted on 08/23/2012
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 08/23/12 at 03:40 AM what a picturesque scene you have described! what strikes me is the line "A continuous serenade
Unheard by any of the masses" - if we would only take the time to stop and listen, we would find ourselves and find the answers we are looking for - thank you for this lovely piece. i hope you find what you are looking for |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/23/12 at 10:25 AM ... such wonderful imagery. Excellent!!! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/24/12 at 01:16 PM Very nice m'lady and you belong right here were you post these lovely pieces. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/30/12 at 12:10 PM "I wander aimlessly through,
Wondering if I’ll ever find
Where I belong –
Grateful, always,
For the majesty along the way."
Having been on that journey, Alison, I could not have said this better. Just perfect! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/03/12 at 11:50 PM Truly colorful, Ali, in its...your rich choice of vocabulary and images. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 09/04/12 at 04:44 AM i love the flow of this and beautifully said. |
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