Saturday, September 5, 2015

Last Lingering Light--By Emile Pinet--Canada

Last Lingering Light

A red sunset bleeds onto a blue sky,
behind branches of a majestic oak.
And shadows ink green leaves in silhouette,
as lonely crickets chirp and bullfrogs croak.

I can hear the crops rippling in the breeze,
and a brook babbling with a southern drawl.
Yet they’re lost in the quiet of night,
as time slows to a perceptible crawl.

As adventurous moths take to the air,
acrobatic bats blindly hunt in flight.
And darkness descends like a velvet curtain,
as day acquiesces to might of night.

A quicksilver moon pools amidst the clouds,
dripping drops of sunlight onto the lake.
And all of heaven begins to glitter,
as billions of sleeping stars now awake.

And dusk snuffs out the last lingering light,
as nature silently whispers, Goodnight.

Emile Pinet was born in a small city, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada, the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. He is the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a physically abusive and controlling father, versus a loving, nurturing mother. Many of his poems reflect the uniqueness of nature, which he loves, and his poetic observations of life in general. Emile is 66 years old and has been writing poems since he was about 35.   The ideas started to come to him rapidly one day at work-- he decided to write them down and express himself through his poetry.


  1. Emile,
    This is so pretty. I loved it! Welcome to Whispers!
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

    1. Thank you David, I appreciate your friendly comments of support. Emile.

  2. Emile,
    Sorry, I did not realize you had already written a poem for Whispers. I is nice to meet you, anyway.

    1. Hi David, this is my second poem published at Whispers. It is always nice to meet a fellow poet, thank you for your comments. Emile.

  3. 'Acrobatic bats blindly hunt in flight'-l liked the poem; particularly the above artistic line.

  4. What an amazing price of poetry, I love the imagery. I enjoyed reading it

  5. I believe you were born to be a poet Emile. You write with such ease and beauty, your words seem to flow like a river causing flowers to spring up along each sides of your banks, bringing joy to all who are near. I love this beautiful poem. I welcome you to Whispers and I hope to enjoy more of your creative imagery that shines a bright light on your talent. Aloha, Connie

  6. This is simply a wondrous write. I really enjoyed reading this tremendous poem this morning. You have delighted me by your talents your bestowed by your glorious piece, great work.