John Lawless Poet Free verse

The End of Day

A wind
Soft sweetness on its curl
Teases
The towering pines
To swaying
‘rocking
On its roiling breath
Whispers
Of a dinner
Spent in calm
Of beauty
Slipping
Twixt its gusts
A metronome
Of tortured flags
Taps
The end of day

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Gershon Wolf February 16, 2025 at 8:10 PM "A metronome of tortured flags" -- That line has me 'beat,' I must confess...

Hilda Greenhough February 14, 2025 at 1:48 PM Pretty, soft, and dignified, I like this poem. The final word, 'taps', with its various duties, brings your words to the final moments.

Paula Goldsmith February 14, 2025 at 10:57 AM I enjoyed reading your wonderful "The End of Day" write. A great time of the day. Now for some peace... Hope you have a Blessed Valentine’s Day as you write away..................