Featured Poem: When Day Dies

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

6 comments

  1. Claire Massey says:

    This intriguing poem invites us to muse upon its meanings.
    While we retreat into “our nests”, does the rest of creation renew and heal?

  2. Carol ehrlich says:

    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…

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