a sky like sheepskin,
only smeared in some places.
there is a little light left,
and that lingering on a
sad sort of grey,
becoming quiet,
withdrawing for the night.
most things hunker down
and turn their faces to the ground,
but
shadows rise,
moths dance in spectral
shades of blurring brown,
and lights flicker on,
optimistic in the face of the dark.
secrets shudder through the walls,
with the scent of musk
on the static air
and whispered words
in lovers ears.
and we are.
and we are unknowing, as always.
of course:
because who can predict
what tomorrow will bring?
Author notes
Written May 25th, 2005
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Powerful piece... as always. Well done!!
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Great write. I love your word choice. You did a great job putting each individual word to create a very interesting poem. Also very good figurative language and imagery. You had a couple really thought provoking similes. Anywho. Keep it up!
Rachel
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