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Sunset


Outline: The sun is rising on this sonnet again!
The sky bloomed pink and deep azure tonight
And dropped its blessing deep within my soul
From distant heights where clouds and thunder roll
And toy with us as they withdraw our light.
And so you gave me my most precious days,
So full of sunlight, playfulness and smiles
And every kind of pleasure that beguiles,
Yet artless seeming as a child that plays.
But all the time the clouds were drawing close
And finally the chilly night came down.
That smile of joy became a withering frown
And all my happiness in darkness froze.
Too soon the dawn of love, the joy of day,
Are swallowed by the night and fade away.

Sammy-Sparkle

[Mon May 08, 2006 11:26 pm]

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
This poem brings Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" rushing straight into my head, Anony.
Except, whereas his poem was about death, your modern classic is (I believe) about the dying of a relationship.
Great stuff. Laughing
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Anonymouse

[Tue May 09, 2006 12:08 am]

Thank you Sammy - you're dead right! Wish I could write like Dylan though! Smile
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outofthisearth

[Tue May 09, 2006 9:18 am]

Hi Nonny,

Get it all out girl! Wonderful wonderful words, as sad as they are, the reason they come forth may be awful, but it is good for the soul.

Thinking of you.

Kev
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Logicus tracticus

[Tue May 09, 2006 3:00 pm]

nony course you can write like dylan, though that is a supposition you use the same hand, you might be left handed, plenty of victorian pens and paper still available. Ok my sense of humour is slightly lacking in style enjoyed reading this be interesting to see whats enetered into comp.

Enjoyed reading this, still debating wether or not to see if I can better some of the works that I have read lately, only way to comment is to go away and try to emminate some are so inspiring that way this being one of them



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