Concisus Ocassus: noun/adjective phrase. Latin

a broken sunset is the shadow i reflect on others i guess.

Yesterday night I found myself tangled in the limbs

Of the oceans waves

Because that’s the only place your eyes ever whisper.

On my way back home

A man told me I look like a concisus occasus

My Latin teacher said it meant broken sunset.

And as I let the light from the moon’s curved vertebras

Drown me while I venture into your heart alone

I realized that sorrow and grief

Are just the empty words that describe

How I’m the sunset

And you’re the splintering glass that

Turned sunset

Into broken. 

Author's Note

if you read this than thank you so much

Reviews

[Miguel]

Hi, Jess. :) I like this a lot - almost more of a story than a poem. Which of course makes it a great poem! I especially liked your use of 'occasus' and the mystery and depth that it brings into your poem. I like how it's not to specific but you allow the emotion in it to make it relatable to your audience. Well done. :)

Also, hope you're doing well!