The day winds down
into evening
as the distant mountains
pierce
and swallow
the bottom of the sun,
bleeding life
across the western sky,
smearing it
along the horizon
like a broken yolk.
And I,
alone,
save for my regrets,
witness winters end.
And I
am made to know,
as I have always known,
that all life descends,
to be pierced
and to be bled.
To be reborn
again...
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Reviewed by B Wise (Reader)
Reviewed on December 29, 2008
I really like your poetry- It is deeply expressed and holds a texture of smoothness that is appealing.
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