Sun crackles in the blue reserved hill.
One lone leaf glitters eerily of chill.
The sky looks grosgrain from my window sill.
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Sandra, it's thin poem with Remarkable metaphors and fine rhymes... but sad song of a sunset, i like very much..10... All kind, Tsira
This is an outstanding poem with a classic feel. Well penned.10 here. Jim
This is so lovely Sandra, one to read again and again, wonderful imagery, wonderful words, thanks 10 Lynda xx
Needless to say this is another treasure of a poem, the imagry is clear. You have the ability Sandra to present your poetry in ways that hold the attention of the reader. You poetry is eloquent and your word selection is always a pleasure to read. A lovely experience Sandra, thankyou. Melvina
'A cloud is distant parchment in the sky.' Most loved line and the final three stanzas are the ones I love most in this wonderful work. Bill Grace
Sandra Im very attracted to this poem, I love anything to do with rainbows, sunshine/sunset. I can actually feel the warmth when I read it.Well done.
I like your poems very much, Sandra, because you have a special talent to show wonderfully connections between people and Nature.
Hi Sandra: Thanks for comment on my New Day: appreciate much. I think you post of Ever Sunset is great, guess you know by now I have a soft spot for Sunrise and Sunset, I have Another Sunset posted and want you to check it out please pull the stats, I am amazed at the response beyond all my expectations. nice hearing from you, Thanks for being my Poetry Friend. Charles Garcia
Sandra Oh what truth you write, those lines that John mentioned are so positive. I will remember those lines forever, just BRILLIANT cheers Sylvie
sandra, i really love these lines; That earth is in the twilight of its day. The depth of it is drinking us away.
Haunting imagery and a lovely rounded ending: I wish it could be ever sunset, Friend, That fey instant before all colors blend, Dusk held at the crescendo of its end. Especially that fey instant before all colours blend. Best regards, Patrick
If only every day could be as you described it! But for now, I feel our purposes as artists of the pen are to capture every day and every feeling it brings with its sun and clouds. An inspiring poem!
Good poem. I was especially touched by the lines: 'You may not want to hear it when I say That earth is in the twilight of its day. The depth of it is drinking us away.' What follows sunset but darkness. In times past, the darkness (literally and figuratively) was followed by sunrise and renewal. Now humanity, by way of heavy machinery and the pouring of concrete, fueled by urban sprall, is destroying the land, plants, insects, and other animals on an unprescedented scale. One day we will wake up and find that only parking lots are the new vast areas for which the eye can unify on a large scale with the horizon.
To hold the moment slow then stop time at a glance, I believe that only he above is capable of such things This is a well crafted poem, thankyyou Love Duncan x
This was was referred to me. I have had a gruelling busy few days, but my goodness me, when I read Ever Sunset, I was taken there, to where you enjoyed that sunset. God bless you for having seen it and shared it with us! Peace, Aisha
Lovely Sandra - the fourth stanza in particular took my breath away. Warmest wishes, Justine
A wonderful poem dear Sandra...Top marks