Young Writers Society

The sun melts into a mesh of colors as it sets,
birds shriek their final goodbyes to Lady Evening.
A cool dusk breeze whistles through the trees, stirring the leaves.
Silver moonbeams peek through the net of clouds hung in the night sky.

A canvas of blue, speckled with stars emerges from the dark,
and sits above an earth that slumbers.
But far below something is stirring in the deeps.
Its song carries far above, to lands beyond.

Like a flute, it dittles light and quick,
while it darts from here to there.
As a harp it hums deep and slow,
swaying with a nighttime wind.

The drumbeat sounds loud and clear,
as the children sleep the hours away.
They wait for a new morning, dreaming sweetly.
Sunrise peeks around the corner waking a bright new dawn.

I read it so I must be an awesome person! Lol, joking. It was a very beautiful poem and I like the poems with a name that isn't in the poem itself, it adds more mystery and fufillness to the poem. I enjoyed reading it almost as much as you probably enjoyed writing it(or not). I could see how effortlessly the words flowed on the page and it was an all-encompassing imagine in my mind. Great job on this poem and don't change a thing!

This is really lovely. Very evocative. My only critique is that the end doesn't have quite the same strenghth as the beginning.

Also the word dittles is bothering me.

I don't know why.

Anyway, I really like the use of instruments as imagery, and the comparison of cloud to mesh or netting. Nice work!