June Twilight

[RJbibliophil]

So yes, I finally did get around to writing some poetry last night. I haven't written any for quite a while, though I've been in "poetry mood" a lot recently. Have a few poems I need to write. Any way, here goes nothing. I know this is not a rhyming poem, but not all poems need to rhyme. I might share more about my topic in a few days, after you can judge my poem at face value. And no, there is not a hidden meaning.



June Twilight

The evening air is warm
and yet cool
as I dodge tree
and bush
feet pedal hard
hands grip bar
eyes search twilight
through the woods
and out again
the dirt road is hard
and narrow
the air brushes my hair
I feel the air on my face
feet stop.
all quiet.
the air is still.
the sky
soft blue
dark ribbon of clouds
against the pink western sky
no sun in sight.
silhouettes
in the twilight.
clusters of trees
spread across the wide prarie
closer
a field
soybeans
and small flashes
light
some brief
some long
hundreds
hovering
a flash close
I see it’s owner well
and again
flash
of green
then gone
from my eyes
I turn
feet find their places
push hard
back again.

[grace86]

I can hear the gravel under your pedaling on the dirt road. I think your poem is very good.

[amanda_isabel]

i like it. :)

[kathycf]

Very evocative of those long, pleasant early summer evenings. Nice, RJ.

[Pensive]

Nice one, RJ!

[RJbibliophil]

Thank you all! I actually wrote the poem the evening before midsummer's night :D

[Virgil]

Very nice Piglet. I really liked the short lines; it made it feel fast and intense, as if I were riding. Here is a fine sequence of lines:

silhouettes
in the twilight.
clusters of trees
spread across the wide prarie
closer
a field
soybeans
and small flashes
light
some brief
some long
hundreds
hovering
a flash close
I see it’s owner well

[RJbibliophil]

Thank you Virgil :D