I sit beneath the whispering pines
when Helios seeks horizon's bed,
and watch the lengthening shadows crawl,
seduced to merge with coming night.
This hour, is when sweet solace sighs,
and I find sanctuary at last.
A contest entry
- Prompt : twilight by Kari.
475 points, ended March 1, 2009, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Yes
I believe that.
Quiet, some red wine,
and used to be with your dogs.
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Beautiful sentiments, I love the imagery here.
The last line is my favorite part as well.
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Need I say this was tremendous. "when Helios seeks horizon's bed".....This line was the power in the write.....
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