In Dusk

September 5, 2009
By nickgreene000 SILVER, Appleton, Wisconsin
nickgreene000 SILVER, Appleton, Wisconsin
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I.
Black silhouettes mark the Horizon
In the face of precious Skies;
And we, our Day is waning
For the Beauty hurts our Eyes.

In Heav’n God labors gracef’lly,
On Earth we rest so Old;
He melds and mixes Glorious pans
Of bright and shining Gold.

By His pow’r He crafts the Sun,
To Light the Morning dew;
Each Night He forges His Great Star
To light the Day anew.


II.
And when His Sphere is stained maroon
Like a bruise upon the Heavens;
And only the soft, coursing Winds
Serve the Night to leaven.

While God benign upon His Throne,
Lists out His Blessings to give;
His Angels dance and serve His Court,
In Gaiety for whom forever Live.

III.
And when the plumage of Sunset has all but died,
Has seemed to pass away;
The blue Midnight now enfolding:
God’s Promise of one more Day.


The author's comments:
I feel as if this poem requires a disclaimer: you see, I sometimes tend to be a very...traditional artist at times, so pardon the antique format and wording. I just find myself longing to be a part of the golden ages of history and not to be included among the denizens of the cursed millenium...there you have it.

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on Oct. 3 2009 at 12:51 pm
nickgreene000 SILVER, Appleton, Wisconsin
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Thank you!

I'm glad you both enjoy the obsolete words that I call poetry.

Amanda S. said...
on Sep. 24 2009 at 6:54 pm
Brilliant. I love it. Keep writing!

on Sep. 20 2009 at 2:18 pm
Phoenix22 PLATINUM, Danbury, Connecticut
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This is the greatest poem I have ever ead. It is so old fashioned


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