Fading Sunset

The Thirty-One Days of Poetry (2013 Edition)

Day - the Twelfth

Fading Sunset

Fading sunset clings desperately to horizon. 
You know how the red ember warrior feels.
So much effort just to hold on to what’s left; 
Scraps of sky soon going dark and silent.

Should not be this hard to hold onto 
The last slivers of light left remaining.
The arc of his journey is almost done, 
But no one will even notice until later, 
When a chill shivers and nettles the skin. 

It is thus that only in his absence will the sun be truly missed - 
The negative space of all the light and warmth he provided that 
Went unnoticed and unappreciated until it was no longer there. 
Given that inexorable passing of day into night and the utter
Disregard for his warmth and light, it is almost touching how hard 
Fading sunset clings to those last few tendrils he owns in the sky.

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Anonymous said...

This one is my favorite to!! or, two. or too. or 2. whichever one is correct. xox

Hyperion said...

They're all correct.