WestA Poem by David Koran
The gorgeous red at sunset's bed
recalls the gulls to sea and on the rise of tourist eyes a light show comes to be The bay ignites in diamond fire the children stop and stare a multitude in silent sight and no one breathes the air A brilliant orb descends the sky to touch the ocean's end the atmosphere goes warm and dry as night begins to bend around the world of salt and sand and echoes lax of origin and tired light that can not stand the darkness pushing in The boardwalk stills, the sliver slips with flames the sea is fed the treading sun first bows then dips and rests at sunset's bed. © 2008 David Koran |
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Added on February 25, 2008 AuthorDavid KoranAboutI'm a poet. It comes naturally to me, and people seem to like my work. I figure that's enough to justify my passion. I'm ecclectic too, enjoying theater, music, games, outdoors, history, and talents o.. more..Writing
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