Turning slowly I look out the window.
A smile spreads across my lips
I realize that this is probably the most beautiful sunset I have ever witnessed.
"Why is it?" I ask my self.
"Because I will it to be so" I answer.
The view rolls farther and the sunset is lost.
And at that second, the weight of the statement over comes me.
"Why didn’t I ever figure this out sooner?
well I know now, that’s all that matters"
Slowly the sunset comes back into view.
All around me people are silently screaming, thrashing, praying. I see them, but don’t care.
The hull buckles, engineered structures shred like so much confetti in the wind. My mind goes dark. All I have left is the slowly fading image of the most beautiful sunset in my whole life.
Want to review or comment on this poem?
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Reviews of "Beautiful sunset"
Reviewed by William Cryer (Reader)
Reviewed on July 17, 2007
Very nice imagery. And manipulation of mood, as well. It's not an easy task.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
Share
Print
Save
Follow
.ness.