After the bronze sculpture "Sunset" 2008, by Bozena Happach.
I liked staring, unblinking, into the setting sun
painting the mists of far, far-distant, endless sea.
Since I was but a little, lonesome, fearful boy
sunsets made me elusive, protected, strangely free.
I sat there looking at raging, insatiate orb of fire.
I––tiny, innocent, gazing at what might be…
Tomorrow? The day after? Perhaps even forever.
Beyond time and space, beyond the endless sea.
Now I am old and hunched, still gazing at the sunset.
No longer dreaming of future––still lonesome as can be.
I now dream of the past, of days left behind,
when I first sat here, alone, on the old, gnarled tree.
Stan I.S. Law
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|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Such wonderful reflection...and so beautifully expressed.|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|an engaging piece of reflection, stan.
love the bronze!
|Reviewed by Dawn Mullan
|How days and sunsets fly by when we are too afraid to chase them. Thanks for sharing, DL|
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Magnificent and wonderful poem.Excellent work.take care
|Reviewed by 000 000
|Wonderful.... and the sunsets are magical to each of us!|
|Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle
|Stan, This is a beautifully written poem. Thank you.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This is an exquisite, personal sharing ,beautifully
expressed,a joy to read...
|Reviewed by Laura Mckenzie
|Very nicely done I love the reflection of life ,great flow in your wonderful poem! Laura :)|