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I look up-
to see confetti clouds-
of sunset,
pasted in the sky.
The rows of eucalyptus
jingle in sparrow voice-
ringing vesper bell-
in twilight.
Just as shadowy bats
deluge the crepuscular sky-
I toast the moment with words
for an aftertaste.
Posted for my prompt in Poets united Midweek Motif ~ Celebration
sumanar/lekha 
There is a gentle and reverent breath in this.
I love the visuals. Even the shimmer of a dark cloud of those bats that roll across the confetti sky.
There is something to the bells, that helps me find peace.
Stunning…I know that sky and feeling. You captured it perfectly.Beautiful poem… it will sustain me for a while.
Oh, more, more of this “aftertaste”! Share the “confetti” and the “eucalyptus / jingle” and you include me in that “toast” and moment of mystic presence. Thank you!
For some reason I think of this a drinking the view in as a glass of wine or other beverage with a layered taste.
” The rows of eucalyptus
jingle in sparrow voice-
ringing vesper bell-
in twilight.”— Oh, what imagery! Beautiful….
A celebration by nature indeed! Loved all the imagery that unfolds through yourwords
Very lovely. You have captured the moment to perfection.
That’s exactly what poets do: They toast the moment with words. Isn’t it amazing! Have a happy end-of-the-year celebration!
There is nothing quite like observing the beauty of nature all around sharing our world. What a beautiful poem this is Sumana.
A lovely celebration of the beauty of sunset!! Nature gives us so much to celebrate, if only we keep our eyes open.
Luv the taste of this poem Sumana; and thanks for prompting us to Celebration today
Much💖love
Those voices of sparrows….a lovely celebration of sunset. Gorgeous images in this.
Beautiful word pictures drawn here!
Great imagery… the shadow of the bats suggests a bittersweet aftertaste… nicely done Sumana.
I love that the words make the moment eternal…
What a fabulous moment I have enjoyed although I wasn’t physically there at the time. Beautifully captured.
A beautiful moment captured, alive and endless. The taste that lingers on afterwards; a precious gift.
Yes, you paint a beautiful picture. It is the breath that will carry us through. Blessings to you in this holidays.
That’s a pleasing aftertaste, isn’t it?
A gorgeous celebratory poem especially with the singing eucalyptus – all good wishes for 2018
kaykuala
I toast the moment with words
for an aftertaste.
One would like to make sure it gets its intended target all with the kind words! Rightly so Sumana!
Hank
I like the words and the imagery it creates. 🙂
I mean ‘the imagery they create’…:)
Beautiful thought.