Yesterday
I watched the night fall
flat on it's face
.
I then wondered,
if it's so clumsy,
why does night fall
and the sun set,
when in fact,
the night is set for hours,
and the sun keeps tripping
on it's myriad skirts
.
I became designed
by dearth and desire,
through color and shade
as it inundated perception
and made from my feet of clay
a new face upon the horizon
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Reviewed on December 5, 2003
Wonderfully playful and complex wordsmithing, Tyler, and a nice metaphor for each reader to interpret as they will...
This is a clever poem that made me smile, yet touched me. I particularly liked:
"the night is set for hours,
and the sun keeps tripping
on it's myriad skirts "
This is very profound, Tyler. I've read it three times, and I see a "twist" in the last verse that puts a whole different essence on the whole piece. Without it, it would just be a reflective write, but that last verse makes it a profound truth to be pondered and remembered. Thank you for sharing, Tyler...
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"the night is set for hours,
and the sun keeps tripping
on it's myriad skirts "
Greetings.
Goreja.com
This is simply wonderful.
Candida
In Spirit,
Bear
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
- J -