Night and Day
What sleights of hand our bored gods play,
meandering at end of day,
tricking out our daylight world
with creeping shadows they’ve unfurled,
plunging us in darkness that
sends in the dog but draws the cat
out to wander hill and hollow
where no human dares to follow.
The timorous mouse must then give pause
lest it fall victim to its claws.
Beam of moon that lights the way
poor substitute for light of day.
The ship of night must trim its sail
lest it lists within the gale
that joins the dark to forge the din
that further serves to box us in.
Odd nature, thus, a puzzle makes.
With one hand gives, the other takes.
Mere mortal quakes within his bed,
prays for calm daylight in its stead.
plunge meandering shadow odd trim box gods tricks plunge beam lists hollow are the words for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 629
Another excellent poem. “plunging us in darkness that
sends in the dog but draws the cat” is a special couplet
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You always choose the one I wonder about as your favorite, dispelling my doubts.
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I’m pleased
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Atmospheric and very elegant – well done!
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Thanks, Dolly
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You are welcome, dear Judy.
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Love it, and to equate the moon which I love, especially at the early evening or early morning when it appears to be so large. About two nights ago it was very dark just after sunset and the moon was in it’s crescent stage, I can’t remember it being such a tiny sliver yet so bright. Unfortunately, I was in a car and not driving and could not stop and get a photo. But I raved about it to a person not as romantic as I can be.
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I always appreciate being with someone who is understanding of my need to photograph things.
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Beautiful poem.
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Thanks, Martha. Your cookbook is sitting waiting for my sister’s arrival with your address sticking out of it. Can’t wait to hear your response to it. I think it is just up your alley.
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“sends in the dog but draws the cat
out to wander hill and hollow
where no human dares to follow.
The timorous mouse must then give pause
lest it fall victim to its claws.”
Excellent poem! I love the above portion.
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Thanks, Sara.
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