Monday, February 23, 2009

twilight


last rays
of dying day
garner neither
warmth nor comfort

emptiness and loss
fill dull lit 
soot/grey
bone dry sorrow

promises of 
newly minted dawn
coax weariness to
hope


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2 comments:

  1. SandyCarlsonFebruary 23, 2009 at 9:11 PM

    Thank god there is a coaxing. The feelings of the second stanza mustn't go on forever.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 23, 2009 at 9:53 PM

    Don't you just love hope? Well said!

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