When the sunrise loses hope
birds stop singing,
an aura gathers around the rim
then there's too much remembering
looking back for answers
which never come,
only questions that hang in the air
then sink down with secrets
in the blood red setting sun.
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Sun 16th Dec 2018 15:55
Another poem that touched my heart.....?
apologies for the late response everyone.
I wanted to précis the sense of sadness in looking back to a lost cause. I am so pleased it has been received well.
Thanks Taylor, my point exactly.
Thanks for being moved to write that Big Sal, appreciated.
True, Douglas, true. Thanks.
Martin thanks for spotting that opener. Always helps to have an interesting start I reckon!
Hannah, many thanks indeed.
I am heartily encouraged with so many likes, more than I ever had in three years of WOL. Sorry I won't name you all if you don't mind this time!!
Love Ray
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Fri 16th Nov 2018 21:45
Each line has something to give.
Thoughtful, beautiful poem.
Hannah
I love that opening line Ray absolutely magnificent, it really helps form the piece.
Nice one
Open with sunrise and end with sunset. Nice.
Big Sal
Sun 11th Nov 2018 01:20
Can we whet blood from the sun like the garnets of a stone? I guess we may never know truly, but one thing that will always be known is the futility in trying. Until then I'll be content to catch the sun in a jar (a line) for as long as I can, until night comes and we succumb to another dreadful retelling of the same old tale of indifference.
I apologize for my tangent, Ray, great piece as usual and as I'm sure you got by this point in reading the comment. Keep up the great work.?
Those unanswered questions remain elusive Ray. Good stuff..?
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raypool
Mon 17th Dec 2018 10:45
Ghazala, so pleased you looked back on this - mostly triggered by the armistice day. Thank you.
Ray