Like a cloak over her bare shoulders
Black night descends about the day
Pulling, shrugging, settling in
Day sighs in gratitude
Heaviness ,comfort
are to be hers
Night will rule
She will
sleep
submitted for Poetic Bloomings, Prompt 18, There's A Moon Out Tonight
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
9 comments:
This is as soft as the sun going down...
'snore', you just put me in a slumber. I'll write something when I wake up.
Strangely, the rhythm about this poem reminded me of a song, Lateralus, by Tool. I'm not sure if you'll enjoy it or not, but if you do hear it, take care to notice the rhythm about the song...
Cheers,
Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com
A descending dwindling nonet. Visually as well as verbally descriptive. Nice. Very elegant.
Very nice! The first two lines suck you right in.
I like this form and your poem. Cool!
I love the last lime "she will sleep" the s sounds were a nice cosy way to end the poem.
Onwards
Michelle
Great image and very comforting. Nightie-night!
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