Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Last Vestiges of Light--By Emile Pinet--Canada

Last Vestiges of Light

Liquid gold electroplates the Moon,
intensifying Her gentle glow.
And She simmers like a gold doubloon,
in a creek where rippled waters flow.

Sunbeams gild Her halo when it's time
to begin Her celestial ascent.
And like a Goddess, She starts Her climb,
as starlet of this gala event.

An ebony curtain specked with stars,
ushers in skeletons of the night.
And a red blush tints the planet Mars,
when Venus reveals Her virgin light.

Birds surrender the night skies to bats,
playing hide and seek with skittish moths.
And feral cats that pursue fat rats,
while spiders spin silken tablecloths.

Darkness swallows relevance of day,
imposing itself upon the night.
And color silently fades away, 
within the last vestiges of light.

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.


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    1. Thank you so much for your kind support. Emile.

  2. I love the way you described the approaching night. Beautiful poem. Thanks

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words of support. Emile.

  3. Hi Emile,

    Your descriptive imagery of "the last vestiges of light" is so elegantly woven into your poem makes for a breath taking read. I enjoyed reading this tonight.


    1. Thank you Sandr, your support is most appreciated and welcome. Emile.