Sunset MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   The last bits and pieces of daylight

before the clouded curtain of a long night:

deep reds and purples of a burning chalice

colors of mourning

signalling the end of another day.

As the trees and sky gradually melt and fade

into one another, the last light

takes with it not only our ability to see

but all the bright things of a lazy afternoon.

Dreams and wishes, a day's delight - disappeared,

leaving us alone within the darkness.





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Eilatan GOLD said...
on Apr. 19 2010 at 3:42 pm
Eilatan GOLD, Old Greenwich, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"Nobody is normal. Everybody in the world is a weirdo freak. Except you, which makes you a weirdo freak."

This is good. i feel like the sunset poem is a bit overused- like poems about waves on the beach or newly fallen snow or breaking up with your boyfriend (cliche!) but you use some really good descriptions. congrats on getting published, keep writing!!!


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