orange drops through gauze

Jon Nakapalau

molten glaze smoldering,

sun setting lower
until reaching that threshold

of late afternoon leaving,
in quality of refraction -

dying neon,
bleeding into black -

hugging tired day
rocking the hours

into quiet stillness.

  • Author: Jon Nakapalau (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2018 15:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: Written after looking at sunset yesterday.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 10
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Comments1

  • Crystal Hope

    your description was outstanding on this piece. Well done work!



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