Sunset

I watched the setting sun put away my day
in cloistered clouds that turned to apricot.
I sensed the sun was taking part of me away--
the sweet and bitter and love oft sought.

And then I thought as day welcomed night
that in a coming sunset all of me will end.
My mortal day will sink in glory out of sight
and that which burdens me now will mend.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Marcum Wong Avatar
January 4, 2019 at 2:42 PM
I love the way you write Paul! I hope this new year finds you well and happy! A beautifulul poem my friend! :/) xxoo
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January 23, 2019 at 8:00 PM
Thank you, Connie. I love the kind and loving things you say about others and me. You are always gracious and relentlessly talented. Hugs, always, Paul
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December 7, 2018 at 7:09 PM
G'day Paul … watching the sun go down Paul plays on our minds with many different facets, and then at sunrise it's like a new world is born - thank you Paul - Lindsay
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December 7, 2018 at 7:47 PM
Lindsay! It's wonderful to hear from you. Thank you for your insightful comment. Now I know what's been missing in my life--a regular infusion of Laurie Lindsay and Jan Allison poetry. Who could ask for anything more? Hugs, Paul
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December 7, 2018 at 5:27 AM
Thought provoking piece paul, and hopefully it will be many years for us both before we se our final sunset but for now as long as we are around to appreciate the beauty of the sunrise and sunset we are blessed, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could let our worries drift away when we see the sun dip behind the horizon. Hugs Jan xx
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December 7, 2018 at 8:03 AM
Dear Jan, Thank you for being ever faithful in responding to my scribblings. And thank you for reminding me that we are, in fact, blessed by the beauty of sunrises and sunsets. I needed that. Hugs, Always, Paul
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