I’ve been inspired to write poetry once again by Nature and a good friend. Today’s work is with the French Dizain form.
Sun rays bloom over tree, road, and street light.
Heaven placed clouds watch the Day still for bed.
Empty streets, an illusion, brought to sight
By the lens and field in which you are led,
And colors by eye set also in head.
What cruel irony leaks from yon glory,
Such beauty in moments, gone til a story.
In words, I arrange a capture in time,
In emotion, I write, transitory?
Yet, I give you proof of sun set in rhyme.
– S.S. Trantham
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