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The Evening Dies

Dusk
birds chirping before sleep
the sun has run away
stealing all that I love
the clouds 
float past
they have stories too
that all become faded memories
incompetent fools

I wish I were a painter
this image I have expressed
would take me forever
then I could freeze time
and live in Iceland
where shadows live forever

darklonelinesslovesorrowfree verse

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Paula Goldsmith

June 22, 2024 at 9:26 AM

I enjoyed reading your Wonderful write. What a painter you are with your words. I wish you would write more... Have A Great Day/Weekend Writing Away.............

Arthur Vaso

June 27, 2024 at 12:34 AM

I will try, thank you.

Duke Beaufort

June 22, 2024 at 7:07 AM

Arthur, you have a phenomenal poem here that expresses pain that penetrates one's soul. Freezing time in Iceland was a remarkable image that will stay in my mind for a long time. I want to thank you for sharing these feelings since it helps me to know how to think about my own sense of loss. You are a sharing and loving soul, and I wish I could send you more sunshine.

Arthur Vaso

June 27, 2024 at 12:34 AM

I think when one knows loss, one understand loss in others in the same way, empathy is powerful, I will tell you more later about Iceland, there is a meaning in that line.