Day bids farewell
leaving its mark
imprinted on golden oaks
like specks of time
embracing their importance.
For one brief moment…
The sands stop falling
and the gilded splendor
of days demise
demands reflection.
Remembrances float
upon the bronzed
halcyon ripples
of The Great South Bay.
inspiring rumination.
A gift of brilliance
breeding stagnancy
amongst churning tides
before June’s full moon
begs for it’s own glory.
Then…
It is over
Night stakes it’s claim
in a brilliant display
of minuscule diamonds
and Lunar
illuminations.
And the sands…
spill again.
A contest entry
- How Does A Sighing Poem Sigh? by CarolDesjarlais.
875 points, ended June 2, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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The whole poem has movement. I love the slow down and almost stop of the ending lines... nicely penned.
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