Clouds close an ash colored, velvet, coffin lid sky, sealing in dewdrop tears, locking out echoes of hope
The casket lined in rumpled green grass felt, where faded tears moist memories melt in smoke of dope
Darkness descends with shadow arms, embracing a past turned gray
Approaching night bends low kissing cold lips of a departed day
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Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi I do very much appreciate your reads and comments my friend
Would it be inappropriate to say "Approaching night bends low kissing cold lips of a departed day" was a chef's kiss?
Thanks so much Rebellion for the read and kind words. No I do not believe it would be a problem at all. I appreciate your review
Charting the final goodbye. Inexorable all creatures and material goods turn to dust and disappear. We are left on with memories to cling to. Even memories start fading at some point. The only thing we are left with is to records our thoughts on an Internet site like this one for others to read and react for some time...
Thank you very much Soman for your read and kind words of encouragement they are most valued
Clever write embracing superb use of the language.
Thank you so much Michael I deeply appreciate your words of encouragement
Cold lips bring to mind the open casket. A moving write dear Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks so much Cryptic I always appreciate you attention to detail.
Gaze fixed on the canvas of eternity ...
Thanks Lorenz. Colors bleed with the humidity
Your poem explores themes of loss, mourning, and the passage of time. It reflects on the pain of grief and the inevitability of death while also hinting at the lingering memories of the past. Yet again, there are mixed feelings in your poem, revolving around a metaphorical funeral scene, where the imagery of a coffin and the associated feelings of sorrow evoke a deep sense of sadness. The poem addresses the emotional weight of memories and the harsh reality of accepting a departed loved one.
Thank you Friendship for your read and interpretation. Your words are most encouraging and valued. Most appreciated my friend
We don't do death well in the west, unlike other cultures who celebrate a life lived.
I'm not sure if the departed brings you closer to the inevitable or just makes the mourning worse.
Must be Monday, death is in the air.
Thank you Paul I appreciate the read and comment it is most valued. Yes although Christian culture preaches a life hereafter we deal with death poorly a bit of an enigma maybe it is because there are few true believers.
Beautifully crafted, with lines like
Darkness descends with shadow arms, embracing a past turned gray
The casket analogy / metaphor is quite powerful. Sad. Moving.
Thank you so much Vipassana it was written as I sat watching the mist and rain under a grey sky and the green rolling pastures before me. I appreciate your read and most kind words.
Soren, this is a haunting piece, my friend. From the sealed sky to the slow descent into night, every image leans into loss without dramatizing it. The restraint is powerful. Always appreciate your voice. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for your kind review as always it is appreciated and valued
Most welcome, my friend.
Each day departs soren but we always have a new day tomorrow.
Andy
So true Andy thanks so much for the review and comment it is appreciated my friend
Nice piece.
Thank you very much for the review and kind words it is appreciated
Liked it alot
Thank you it is most appreciated
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