An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Twilight’s Chromatic Storm (a Tanka)
Last night’s twilight carried a strange chromatic weight — colours deepening, clouds gathering, the horizon holding its breath. And on this cold winter evening, that same wintry mood returned and shaped the Tanka below
Twilight’s Chromatic Storm (a Tanka)
Dark Ominous clouds Growl along the horizon Then suddenly howl Over trees and open fields Dumping sharp, icy black pearls
And in the fading light, as twilight settles, the storm’s voice drifts into song.
G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
View all posts by ivor20
6 thoughts on “Twilight’s Chromatic Storm (a Tanka)”
I guess it really is winter over there after all!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Slap bang in the middle of winter 🥶
LikeLiked by 1 person
Excellent description
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, VJ
LikeLike
After the storm. Always comes the light
LikeLiked by 1 person
I see the light
LikeLike