At Sunset

If I had hit the shin of the earth
With a club, it would bear the colors
I see as the sun retreats: lurid reds
And purples; yellows in places
And lingering blues. If I stay any
Longer, I'll be wrapped in darkness,
A bit bruised myself, a bystander
Caught up in some sort of riot.
My species, now mad, has taken
To swinging its club at both earth
And itself.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-18 at 00:55

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2021-02-08


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A pessimist’s acknowledgment of beauty. Well written as always.
Sounds a bit like it might be a comment from Christopher Robbins’ friend Eeyore
2021-01-18


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Very beautiful,
Thanks for sharing,
N T
2021-01-18


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Those lingering blues...
Colorful evening.
2021-01-18