Open Poetry #45 |
Sunset |
DrK&7 Junior Member
since 2009-07-01
Posts 40 |
When colors blend, And mix and melt, A new emotion, Is discovered and felt. A feeling of reflection, A thought of content. A moment of peaceful, A forever in a moment. Scraping away, What so rose, It sets and falls, Where no one knows. It washes away, And then it paints, A portrait of beauty, A scene of grace. A fragment of, Something more. It's always there- And it will restore. It calms the spirit, Feeds the mind, Tames the soul, And dims upon mankind. It's the entrance to night. It's the exit of regret. It's the simple form of power, It's called a sunset. |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
beautiful! ~ARH |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
some very lovely words in this, your last stanza: "It's the entrance to night. It's the exit of regret. It's the simple form of power, It's called a sunset" |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful flow and mood...James |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
The mood of this poem was wonderful! ~ I really enjoyed this write, it is always a pleasure to read a poem connected to nature\imagery ARCTIC WIND |
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