Sunlight on the Floor II

Luminous sunlight lies across the floor,

casting squares and dimensions 

of shadow and light

Dust slowly rises and settles,

in a state of suspended animation

Moats of dust stir

 

The sunlight strikes my room with a heavenly illumination

 

Reviews

[cloud]

You have caught a moment in time with your observations which I myself have noticed many times but never put in words. Personally speaking, I feel the repetition of the words sunlight and dust seem unneeded. I hear it as

Luminous sunlight strikes my room
with a heavenly illumination

It spreads across the floor,
casting squares and dimensions
Dust slowly stirs, rises and settles,
in a state of suspended animation

Regardless of my version, you did a good job putting an image in my mind I find interesting.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Ah this is absolutely beautiful... I have often marveled at the same thing, the way the light can make the dust flecked air glitter, and how the light can dance across a room...you capture these images so well. I truly adore this!

[Samuel Pennell]

Thank you, Kalypso! Your poetry is truly beautiful, too! It seems that we agree on the nature of poetry.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Thank you Samuel, such a nice thing to say. Yes it does seem as though we do have a common link there with the nature of poetry and beauty. :)

[Samuel Pennell]

That western haiku style! Succinct and beautiful. It seems that you can say so much with so little. A lot of writing that goes on and on is sometimes unnecessary, Have you been writing a long time?

[Ghost of Jupiter]

I have been writing since a teen but nothing serious... Still do not classify myself as a writer or poet, but a lover of of words and artistic expression in any form. How about yourself, how long have you been writing?

[Samuel Pennell]

That is hard to say. The first time I wrote something that impressed me was when I was in college, age 19. From there it took a while before I actually got the urge to do it myself, but it soon grew into something I do regularly. For the longest time, I liked the idea of being a writer, but I'm not sure that what I wrote really went beyond what every other kid in English class did. Only in my teens and 20s did it really catch on. It was really interesting, actually. Are you in college or anything right now?

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Lol, no I am much older than that and well beyond college years...Haha. Although I do appreciate being thought I could be that age lol.

[Samuel Pennell]

Yeah, me too. Your picture looks like you could be in your 20s! You're a very youthful looking person!

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Haha thank you. :)

[Aethereal]

You have expressed that early morning feeling that each of us has when a beam of sunlight interacts with airborne dust to produce a scintillating illumination. "Like a dark and golden god" could be the first 1/0/1/0/1/0/1 seven syllable meter line of a rhyme, or a song.

[Samuel Pennell]

Thank you!

[emmajoy]

' The sunlight strikes my room with a heavenly illumination '

A writer looks at the moment, the poet feels it, and a heart understands what's waiting.

[Samuel Pennell]

Very true! Thanks for reading my poem!

[Samuel Pennell]

I saw this magic ray of light, by your words, thank you, such a good write.

E.L.

[Samuel Pennell]

Thanks for your words! It always seems like such and awe-inspiring event to walk into a room that is so lit up like that.

[Corset]

wonderful write, i have always been fascinated with the who's in Whoville, that is what we are, dustmites on dustballs floating in a time perspective of streaming light.
In the grand cosmos we are as insignificant as dust bunnies, who's in whoville.

[Samuel Pennell]

I would have to concur.

[Circe]

you held onto that scene beautifully, sometimes when I notice the dust specks in the sunrays I just hold my breath and watch and stop thinking about anything, everything is always moving, there is so much activity in the nothing.

[Samuel Pennell]

Thank you, Circe. It always seems like such an interesting moment when the sun strikes a beautiful picture on the floor.

[Sami Khalil]

Nice metaphors ...

[Samuel Pennell]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are quite welcome...

[Tree]

Ah, I've witnessed this before. You do a good job with just a few words of capturing that effect.

Diego

[Samuel Pennell]

Thanks, Diego. I try to go "small" with my poems.