When the sun sets, flecking clouds with diaphanous light and birds whistle daytime's last summer psalms, we call it night.
We're moonbathing and Sunny's features are inlaid with glamorous silver-blue patines. We'll reawaken soon, our time is measured in assignments, not in hours, days or even seasons.
Responsibility is a villain of our own devices. You can run from it, bolt your door against it, only to find it's right there - in back of you - smiling like a tiger or a parent.
Unfortunately, the university isn't a hotel. It's more of a competition, like those survivor shows.
We'll enjoy the moonlight, for a few, laconic moments, for it seems to possess a sweet power to cool and calm, but soon our purposes will call, irresistibly, and we'll return to the performance.
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Merriam Webster: laconic: brief to the point of seeming rude.
anais, I'll try leaving comments AGAIN. 'diaphanous light' I don't think those two words 'should' be paired as they are. I think 'patines' should be 'patinas'.
'Responsibility'.......yeah, it's awful sometimes! ! ! ! When I was in college (and not necessarily by my choice) I threw 'responsibility' (for 'higher education') out the window and set my 'performance' towards other goals.
Night: 'The period between sunset and sunrise, especially the hours of darkness.' To refer to a 'surface color', the word is petina, not petine. : )
1st line: I think you are stretching 'poetic license' to use diaphonous to describe 'light' and to call such a time of day 'night'. Let me look up 'night'. ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I left some 'better' comment(s) 'last time' I think.; ( 'Responsibility' and 'purpose' aren't items I strive for in my life, though I have HAD responsibilities thrust upnn me and I've survived. That does NOT mean I've handled them well. HA! ;)