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| Edward Hopper House at Dusk 1935 |
In the sunset
where the day hides its most vulnerable moments
I think of you
In the most tender hour
between light and dark
I still feel the ache
of a lost friendship.
submitted for The Mag 119
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
14 comments:
Oh, this is so sad.
Love the photo and love the poem.....
in the in between...def the veil is thin there and the loss palpable...
Oh gosh. I wasn't expecting that. Love is a staple of poetic expression, but friendship is written about far less often even though it can run just as deep.
the ache makes it sooo achy
I echo Fireblossom's sentiment.
Friendship is so much needed much like love, but sometimes more complex and all too often diminished and disavowed
Great piece Lolamouse
It always blows my mind how you can put so much in so few words.
Very sad. That "tender hour" gets you every time, doesn't it?
But friendships can surely be re-forged? Who can declare them ended?
Dusk is the most tender hour...
I've always felt it so - the tender hour - between light and dark. Wonderful piece!
... when the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls. This is lovely.
Hey! Hey! The idea of day hiding it's most vulnerable moments is quite splendid! A fabulous piece!
Oh how many of us can relate to this.
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