Sidney Beck Poet Free verse

The Pink Evening Sky

THE    PINK    EVENING    SKY

Spring sunset is the cruelest time.
The glowing young sun is gone
And I face an eternity of empty skies,
Filled only with the darkling solitude 
Of knowing you will not return. 
Oh the void of my young soul was 
Filled to bursting with  love  beyond compare.
Then you were gone like a thief in the night,
And took my satisfied spirit  with you.
The pink cloud is a  weakened  wash
Of  life blood  without you, bleeding into 
A horizon of imminent darkness.

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Carolyn Devonshire January 29, 2011 at 2:32 PM A very moving description of one whose love has deserted them, Syd. I like the analogy of the "weakened wash of life blood." Excellent entry for the contest. I'm trying to hang in there, but things didn't go well. Hope you'll check out the contest I posted on "Taxing Times." We could all use some laughs it seems. Love, Carolyn

Honesty Oimbo January 29, 2011 at 1:53 AM this is a beautiful poem

Andrea Dietrich January 28, 2011 at 3:43 PM I think you took this challenge in a very intersting direction. I really enjoyed this one. Highest rating!