Disappearance Against The Glow

I love sun sets but they are depressing because they are so fleeting

pure air slips into a crack of sides

walks to a lever and pulls

 

the water gates open

wet boughs stalk for dry bark

 

cross steep streams in shallow shadows

leaves left green in late May

 

red brims sense the sky’s line of horizons

sets like a long still evening

 

airplane cuts blue sky white

dives west and orange

 

disappearance against the glow

sinks lower

Author's Note

Are my words becoming stale? I feel like I'm in a loop.

Reviews

[Dan Bullock]

How dare you use my font...haha! :-p

I don't think stale, but maybe when this was written you were pushing it too hard, wanting the words to come through but not 'letting' them come through.

I like it, but I know you can do better.be stronger with words, sometimes just take a break. I, myself, don't like to force words, it weakens them I think. :)

[Sandra K]

It was an interesting poem

[Kelly Scheppers]

Perhaps you need a new format. Mix it up! Presentation is key, it's vital to maintaining the reader's attention, and draw!

Feeling "stale" is like writer's block...it's just something we poets have to muddle through!

; )