Hers Was The Twilight

Ending greed

All her life she was the ray of sun

The brazen smile

that singed the darkest hearts

 

She burned for you

For the children

--brighter still

 

And in the gloaming

of her life

As the smoke overtook the glow

She kept the darkness

for herself.

 

 

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

wow!
ironic.. isn't it?
how the most positively affective, and effective ppl are also the most miserable.
he who knows the agony, and helps with it, has obviously been then, been through it!
and how often do they try to cover it up with a glamorous smile, only to distract you from the eyes that tell the story!
how humane, and loving!

the piece is remarkably fantastic!
hope to read more of this soon!

[Desert Dreamer]

Oh, to be the sunshine for others we have to absorb the darkness...this is not a healthy thing to do, one must let the darkness out, find balance. And even though I say this, I find this one shining brightly to be beautiful.

[Gomer LePoet]

well I'm not sure if this is sad or filled with rapture. I like the rays of the sun, but ah the twilight can be superfluous!

[An owl on the moon]

There is this sense of love, shielding and shining... of a life that gives all to bring light to others.. and to keep the darkness for herself.. A life yielded and given... So beautifully bittersweet...

[No use.]

short, simple, perfect!

[Forest Green]

Sincerity and sacrifice; love and life; someone certainly touched a wonderful poetic strain with you, the auther.

Excellent...heart-piercing words.

[Michael X]

This is great in concept, the form feels choppy in a couple of spots, imo
but didnt in any way downplay the idea, or the sincerity in depth.
I like the way you use minimal to capture multitude, beautifully done.

[Raja]

This poem reminds me of the ideologies of a famous Bengali Writer, Sarat Chandra Chattopadhay. He also wrote for the women at large. You're right in assessing! Women, whoever she might be, mother, sister, wife, daughter, or friend, are very much prone to taking the darkest sides of the life's journey. Though, some men also feel for them, but I wish I could see each and every man is sensible about woman...

Thank you.

Raja.

[alternative_be]

Incredibly touching, this poem reads like a candle slowly burning out, leaving us in darkness. Secondly, we are being taught a lesson. If you want it all, you are likely to be heading towards a burnout!