A Spent Red Ball
A spent red ball I'm going to sink soon
The artist still engaged in the painting
The ashen sky of this cold afternoon
With my seven hues in a bowl mingling
You have let me fondle your face all day
I'll now push bold strokes as a parting gift
Let your eyes roam my splashy evening play
My crush for you in the pigments adrift
Are not these impressionist reflections
Of long shadows before my pink exit
Tinting your thoughts with my tilting session
Keep well my friends with my kisses sunlit
While you smile, let me go back to the sea
When you're free, do write a sonnet for me
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18 April, 2020
Slipping Soul Sunsets into the Sea Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2020
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