Battle.
Settling mysterious glow on late
sky's afternoon show
Phoebus hazily parts blown veils
on early twilight's face
by pushing her fading round bulk
between striated clouds.
Rays beat moon's rising attempts
to end day and outpace
dying light's race by interference
when sun shines again
from behind each vestige of grey.
Desiring to taste more this defiant
spread of victorious
display as empty beach beckons
I drink shades of linked
battle between daylight and dark
as moon winks at stars
to bid blue goodbye in apt finalé
then old Sol sinks.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 21st, 2017 03:05
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Comments4
Thank you Kathy - the change from dusk to dark or dawn to light has always attracted my imagination.
a complete cycle so very well expressed as ever Fay.
Very good write Fay.
Every sunset is like a little death and every sunrise like a new birth. But you said it much much better!
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