Traditional Poetry entry - a morning view of the sky
The play of light on heaven’s mist
shows images I can’t resist.
The rays of sun sculpt like a knife
revealing an undisclosed life.
A goddess reclines in her chair
shaped by the gentle hands of air.
A dragon yawns, his head held high,
surveying his domain of sky.
Beneath, the shadows pattern ground
and, as they move across the sound,
they hide the jewels that sparkle bright
concealing with their hands of night.
With a last glance, I turn away
from nature’s art that’s on display.
It’s not available by book,
reserved for those who’ll stop and look.
Note iambic tetrameter (4 metrical feet) in four quatrains
Title: Mosaic ~ something resembling a picture or decoration in composition, esp. in being made up of diverse elements.
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