Saturday, September 2, 2006

A Sunbeam Comments

Rating: 5.0

A warm sunbeam touches my face,
I tilt my head and squint at the sky.
I’d like to spread my arms and embrace
The passing day which is about to die.
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Jolanta Gradowicz
COMMENTS
Atara Feildsofrainbows 23 January 2008

Very nice metaphor, I sometimes wish I could stop the sun from setting, but tomorrow is another day :)

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Sandra Fowler 02 September 2006

Beautiful, nostalgic grief. And yet the sun still shines somewhere just beyond the shadows. My applause for this one, Jolanta. Warmest regards, Sandra

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Robert E Mcintyre 02 September 2006

Been there, done that! Thank You!

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Steve Hagget 02 September 2006

A lovely poem, very well crafted and mournful in its way, steve

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Marilyn Shepperson 02 September 2006

Sad, but a brilliant poem and use of words.

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