By Barb Whitmarsh
Bayou City Branch (Texas)
When day dies and shadows are no longer shade
Now silhouettes and things
Of which imaginations made
And the wind ordinary by light
Now an eerie call of one in flight
When the sun dies and falls into the sea
Bleeding in rings to infinity
When the bird leaves the sky and goes to nest
Man dies a little more
The world a little less
This is a beautiful poetic reflection and profound in its brevity and rhyming scheme. Well done!
Intriguing concept. I like the rhythm and rhymes. Well done!
Beautiful, poignant. Re-read several times. Thank you for your words.
This intriguing poem invites us to muse upon its meanings.
While we retreat into “our nests”, does the rest of creation renew and heal?
What an interesting image you pose in your opening line! Very imaginative!
Your rhyming intrigues me too! So few of us use rhyme! Nice!
Thank you…
Very pleasing poem of contrasts and change, Barb, in sound, images, and mood.