The end of an imperfect day

Thus the end an imperfect day
sank below all that was left
of aspirations and hope,
dragging loss behind curtains.

Stoic purpose folds in sleepy growth
of dark dreams approach.
What is gained will pass on,
a rewind with fading figures

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-03-25 at 00:57

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Very good, very deep, rich imagery used here.

Zoya Zaidi
"dragging loss behind curtains."
Poignant lines!
You are very sad and troubled these days dear Ben, please come out of your blue phase...can't see you like this!

(((hugs to drive away some of the blues)))

Love,xxx, Zoya

Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Good stuff, as always so much delivered with an economical yet powerful use of words.


Notes on living
by Bob