With A Waning of Interest.

Coming night.

A wind changes into the sky.

A wave into sea.

 

Listen slowly.

The sounds of the wild are careful.

 

What is the colour of water?

Tone is light, colour is mood.

 

What are the manners of the sunset?

The moods of the dimness and the lights in the sky.

 

Look and be still in your demands.

Aspire towards all the hidden stones.

 

Touch those that are standing.

And enter the shadowed places beneath them.

 

Dark atmospheres speak aloud occasionally.

Quick light has sudden stories.

 

A dance and the vanities of a dusk.

The dark smiles into many faces.

 

A flight of small things.

A reason for impulsive contemplation.

 

Visions of small movement.

The trivial conversations of grass.

 

Lack of sentient colour.

And the rising of fearful sounds.

 

Building walls in blue glass.

An enthusiastic spirit inspired.

 

A hollowness of temperature.

A coolness in the heart.

 

A cold whisper at the back of your mind.

A unimportant death in the darkness.

 

A waning of eyed interest.

And a passion lost in the smallness

 

 

Ice on black limbs.

And the brilliant cracking of the stars.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

The image is mine and is a 14th Century Castle by the sea where I live. This is just before a storm.

Reviews

[Neville]

Take note folks.. this is not a cop out... I shall not even attempt to tell you how good this is Ken, because I think you already know, or at least may have some idea.. and because, despite all my words.. I just can not find the right ones, those appropriate enough that is.. perfect image too by the way... Neville

[Einstein Noodle]

i hear that Neville ... totally agree!

[Ken Simm.]

I think you did find the words and I am not at a loss to tell you how honoured I feel.

[Neville]

Good on ya Gene... and tis nowt but my sincere pleasure Ken...

[Paul Bell]

I like the way you do this. The castle sets the scene.
If you just came upon it on this particular night, this is how the scene is set.
Make everything mysterious and moody, just the way I like it.

[Ken Simm.]

I'm glad I found just the way you like it Paul. Seriously thank you for looking and liking.

[Lydia Shutter]

Your appreciation of the beauty of nature shines through in your poetry, Ken. Twilight fades into darkness and then the stars take over the show. Just beautiful. Lydi**

[Ken Simm.]

Thank you so much for saying so Lydi.

[Stella Armour]

Love this write Ken, you have beautifully described the waning of day into twilght and then full darkness.
To walk in the shadows of hidden stones, i thought mountains but maybe ruins, and in the shadows to then look deeper and learn more than the the light shows. i smiled at at the trivial conversations of grass because grass does shimmer and quiver in moonlight.
Then the world is so much smaller in the darkness, and those brilliant cracking stars made me envisage ice cold crystals in all their beauty ... :)

[Ken Simm.]

Got it justright Stella. But I do have mountains with ruins in them. I also have standing stones very near my house. Thank you so much for looking and liking.

[Stella Armour]

my pleasure Ken..

[Onlyme]

Ken, this profoundly amazing and beautiful beyond words. I am speechless. And humbled by this stunning poetry and wisdom held within. Dawn.

[Ken Simm.]

I don't know what to say Dawn but a humble and very honoured thank you.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“Aspire towards all the hidden stones...A dance and the vanities of a dusk..The dark smiles into many faces.” Every single line, every nuance, every color of this poem is profound and eternal. There just are no words but these. They evoke places and feelings in me, that existed before me. I tremble at their power and their immaculacy. I bow and bow again. This is poetry.

[Ken Simm.]

Again I just don't know what to say. My ego goes into overload when I get a review like this. Thank you so much dear friend.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

To have witnessed such talent is thanks enough my friend.

[Crowley]

Lordy Ken, this is utterly fabulous. the line "the sounds of the wild are careful" stopped me in my tracks, I actually had to contemplate that before I could move on. What a great line, then the next stanza about tone and mood, you were throwing dimes with this one. Lovely and intellectual, a great read this morning.

[Ken Simm.]

Thanks so much my friend. you are too kind.

[Robert Trakofler]

Oh the presents of presence in this the presentation of yours! I hear your voice in that Scottish matter of fact... screw you this is me and now is now and if you don't see it i will smack you across the head with my he-art. The statement and the the following mind flow are seamless in the viewing from your eyes in picture and thought a hard trick to do... but you did. This line... Visions of small movement.
The trivial conversations of grass. that is gonna stick to my minds eye for a long time it was like an instant transport to your moment of your revelation in your share.

[Ken Simm.]

I'm glad you saw all that my friend. Thank you so much for looking in and liking.

[emmajoy]

' Visions of small movement. - The trivial conversations of grass.'

You inspire by pointing out oh so gently, the fade of space losing self to the night. And yet, yet seems you instinctively know where and how to display what's always been, always will be - hidden by swirls, changing light, the flickering of time, sea and air, folly or thrill. Your couplets magnify each nuance of the all around. Everything ever been and seen, whatever emotion, wherever memorable or regretted,

' Ice on black limbs. - And the brilliant cracking of the stars.'

[Ken Simm.]

Can I say that I am so honoured and touched with such a review. I am honestly, (I know) lost for words, dearest Em.

[emmajoy]

It's what your words do, Mr. Simm... as said by many of your friends, you paint with words and spread its beauty before us, free of charge yet immensely precious.

[Ken Simm.]

I think the word is Shucks!

[emmajoy]

Bet you've never said that aloud in your life!!! Any takers? !

[Ken Simm.]

Well yes I've never said it. But I have toed my shoe in the dirt and looked embarressed. Look I just did it then.

[NotUsinganymore]

I really love the detail you added. It made me imagine the old castle! Very nice and I wish I could explore a 14th century castle! I'm so jealous!

[Ken Simm.]

Lots of them around here in Scotland my friend. Sorry about the delay in replying and thank you for liking.

[andrew mitchell]

A great write Ken, one of my fav's of yours. the imagery is so picturesque capturing the temperament of the sea, the brooding sky and a castle to witness nature's cruelty. Beautiful indeed, a pleasure to read.

[Ken Simm.]

Thank you so much Andrew. Much appreciated.