Posts tagged ‘dusk’

July 7, 2018

Shadows

by Nick Anthony

I watch my shadow from noon to dusk,
Ever growing in size and lust,
Making me taller than a redwood tree
And stretching the limit of what I can be.

Until the fading sun falls all the way down
And I am beyond the starry lights of town.
Now lost and one with the black nothingness
I am left to mourn my colossal, black hubris.

I kick a stone as I walk home alone,
Struggling to forget the hope I was shown
And accept that I am an ego confined by flesh:
A spirit trapped, and a man depressed.

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May 13, 2018

Dusk

by Renwick Berchild

Faster, the light docks in its crawl. The hall
between her breasts burns like a lemon. The seeds
in her eyes she veils with her arm, dips
her cherry chin,

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April 25, 2018

Westward Window

by Renwick Berchild

Sierra, my home. Bedroom the sky. Holyholy zoom, the eagles,
directing my eyes I am a habitué, dawdling gazer with
a wide brimmed hat, flounder(er) with my words I trip over
the too large robe of my praises.

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January 19, 2018

#166 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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December 29, 2017

How Now should we Handle these Water Lilies?

by Renwick Berchild

How now should we handle these water lilies?
One stone could break the sunset. I’ve a mind
to skip rocks, glide into a wade, feel beneath
with my bare feet, and leave you on the shore.
For night tiptoes, then jumps, weighing dusk in;
we’ve not much time, and this, is to my advantage.
In love, woman are ahead, and men behind; as luck
would have it, I am to be far beyond reach. I think
I may dunk into the blooms atop, and like a seabird
sail under you, as breaths waft alow heavy eyes.
Though by your height, your breath this late eve
has a clear path straight to my soul’s window.

January 16, 2017

Evening’s Approach

by Colly

 

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Evening scene

Twilight sheen

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August 23, 2016

Tao at Dusk

by LuAnne Holder

stone wall

Look , but be totally still.

Three dark ants navigate through
a maze of August-dried needles
without an apparent purposeful goal
to the eyes of the old woman watching.

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November 28, 2015

Fading light; silver sea

by Jem Croucher

 

The silver sea lay still and calm
as dusk gathered round about
and on the shingle gazing
we watched it as the light went out
The evening faded into night
as it crept in from the west
A perfect spectacle for us
on the beach where it is best

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November 25, 2015

Mirrored sea

by Jem Croucher

 

Sea shines as a mirror
As night time gathers round
The breeze the faintest whisper
Waves break without a sound

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April 12, 2015

Time Between Times

by Scott Andrew Bailey

This is the half-light
The magic time
Deep blue light
Fresh born stars
Tales weaving
In expectant air

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July 21, 2014

Notes at Dusk

by Venkat

in an attempt
to correct your thought
I wrong myself

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