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COLD SUN

Cold sun Casts eerie Shadows Of souls Not truly there Enmeshed In aging’s Darkness Life’s shadow Barely near Soft joys Of rising Sunshine Adrift On clouded eyes They reach To touch A memory Caress it Hold it near Listening For voices No one else Can hear Alone Within A hollow shell That makes A mockery Of hell.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 3/18/2024 7:17:00 PM
Awesome rendering of the struggle end-of-lifers undergo. Kudos, Gershon
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Date: 3/18/2024 5:02:00 PM
I echo what Daniel and Lin both said. Your poem is poignant in its presentation of aging. I especially liked 'voices of lost time...reminded me of my mother and her aging process. Your words were kind and spoke of such resilience. Am faving...have a great evening, Sara
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Date: 3/18/2024 7:35:00 AM
Hello John, I loved how your poem evoked a haunting and poignant portrayal of aging and its profound impact on the human experience. The imagery of the cold sun casting eerie shadows and the souls enmeshed in darkness captures the loneliness and isolation often associated with aging. I liked how your words convey a deep empathy and understanding for those grappling with memories and voices lost to time. What a powerful reflection on the fragility of life and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of aging's challenges. - Blessings, Daniel
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Date: 3/18/2024 6:13:00 AM
Uniquely John Lawless to compare aging to 'life's shadow' beneath a title that's an oxymoron. Eyesight may be cloudy but those good memories are so clear in the mind that loving voices are heard as if they are still speaking. The shell of a body not so hollow as to forget... Hell be damned.
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Date: 3/17/2024 10:36:00 PM
Packed with meaning John, one to pull apart and savour. Will be spending some time here. The closing lines resonate. Take care.
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