Open Poetry #12 |
the Light |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
At twilight, softness mingles, With part dark, and still some light, In moonlight, touching tingles, Questions fade, quiet of night, At sunrise, she finds an empty bed, In harsh light, alone she cries. Gloom |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Gloom, I've just been enjoying re-reading (several times) the first line. I especially like its rhythm...and the way it seems to almost end right there. Bob |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
Very well written, sad but still.. a fine poem. Kate Blessings Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Short, sweet rhythm. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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