SUNSET

Another sunset poem

Black shadows open,

Their tendrils unfold,

Squeezing the last of

The sun’s shining gold;

 

Squeezing the last

Of the gold-shining sun,

Black shadows triumph,

For darkness has won.

Reviews

[Astrid]

Masterfully done. I love the open and close of the poem; twilight turns to dusk and dusk to night. Lovely.

[Marie]

Thanks; I'm glad y ou enjoyed it.

[Frank]

One of your larger works.
Prefer for last line:' the darkness has come.'
I don't see it as a war.
Without dusk then no dawn.

Good

[Marie]

Youhave a good idea here, but "sun" doesn't quite rhyme with "come". Sombody else mentioned tn=he concept of "war" to me, but I didn't really mean it like that. We often speak of day triumphing over night, and it could be the other way around.

[Michael G.]

You have painted with your lovely words a great visual for your readers to see and enjoy. You have described this sunset very well. Much enjoyed this moment of contemplation you have presented.

[Marie]

Thanks; I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Bare trees]

I love the juxtaposition of the lines. This is beautiful Marie.

[Vishuddha]

I have loved many a sunset. Your poem encompasses them all.

[Marie]

Thanks. I write about sunsets a lot. Also sunrises.

[Frieda P]

Vivid imagery Marie, I love how you looped it back around again, you've captured the graphic's feel.

[Marie]

Thanks for catching that loop; I didn't know if anybody would

[Jimmy Yetts]

An ancient event uniquely portrayed.
A pleasure to read!

[Marie]

THank you.

[Cryingkate]

Nice contemplation of the Sunset and darkness taking hold, but it frightens me to think of darkness as triumphing. I would rather think the morning Sunlight is the Victor.
For she will return and chase the darkness away, giving light and life, to all.

There can be light in the darkness, but there can never be darkness in the light.

[Marie]

It's a cycle: now darkness triumphs, now light...

[Cryingkate]

I shall not, even upon death, commit :-)

[Vishuddha]

CryingKate, I disagree. There is always a bit of light in the darkness and always a bit of darkness in the light. We view them as opposed, as struggling against one another and wonder which will win. But, each has its place, equally precious. The night brings peace and rest and dreams, contemplation and time for prayers. It should be embraced and appreciated, not feared.
Now, good and evil, that is an entirely different question.

[Cryingkate]

Hello Vishuddha, What a pleasant surprise visit. I'm delighted you stopped by and shared your insights.
I will probably never change my view , but always welcome other faceted points of view.
I think I see though how the views can differ. I guess it's all in how and what we perceive the elements of which we compare the light and Dark.
I do not fear the dark. And in my View there is no Darkness where there is light. You can pass thru the darkness and be in the light, but darkness itself has no light. Another words. darkness can be thought upon as just an appearance. Once you pass thru it ,and go into the light.
This is my reality created by my perception and vision. It is not the same for everyone. For some will see the darkness and embrace or fear it. I desire more. I vision and see the light. When I do see darkness It is only a brief passing thru for me. But my single eye is on the light.

[Marie]

I was actually writing it as a rather ominous poem--black tenrils squeezing the light out...darkness triumphing.. But I know that darkness is part of the light. Neither really triumphs over the other.

[Cryingkate]

Oh but I see no darkness Marie.. not my eyes. I feel like a blazing fire of light that just saw my jet plane going home.
The blaze has been rekindled for awhile now and your poem today was the last kindling added to send me home back into Ancient Days of Light :-)
I'm going home.. all I can see is light. nothing but.. I have my blinders of Joy strapped on and I'm already launched.....:-) catch me if you can .........

[Cryingkate]

I know what your thinking....:-) all i had in my coffee was my normal Hazelnut creamer...... Well ok maybe your right.. maybe it's the nuts? NAh.. It's real.

[Cryingkate]

Just a note to you Marie and Vishuddha that I have been haunted by this conversation since we spoke it.
Within 24 hrs.. I was already debating myself as Karma was bringing me example of the Lotus flower reaching for the light must pass thru the darkness of Muck and Mure before rising through and reaching the light.
I couldn't come back because I'm still learning the lesson in this.

I thank you both for acting as sentinels on my journey and guiding me with your wisdom.

[Marie]

Thank you. Really, this is just a poem about the sunset. I intended no other meanng.

[Gee]

Nice,what came first,the poem or the picture,a perfect match.

[Marie]

Thanks. I wrote the poem first, then looked for a picture to illustrate it.

[Gee]

A perfect fit

[Lizardo]

Wow this is deep, It doesn't looki like it, but it is deep
I see that the first stanza probably refers to the morning
and the last to the night
Clever piece

[Marie]

No; look closer; they both refer to the setting sun.

[Lizardo]

Oh right, I'm sorry ....