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sundown
by Charlie Morgan
trees looking black
against the white-washed sky;
sun plummeting down behind their backs,
scratching them with its last surviving
rays of the spent day.
a colorful world ... now, colorless.
retinas call upon their rods to separate light
from non-light; while the cones fall asleep
until the morrow's sunrise
and then color
e x p l o d e s !!!!
dark and light, the only survivors of the day.
04/07/2005
Posted on 04/07/2005
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 04/07/05 at 07:46 PM Once again Chaz, a very vivid poem that I can see and live every day. I liked the personification of the trees and the description of the eyes and their adjusting to the changing of lighting. Almost like life in a way, constantly adjusting to light and dark days...well done. ~JPP |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 05/02/05 at 10:57 PM You have a wonderful way with words, imagery is fantastic. You deliver it so coherently, it just rolls off your tongue. Lovely job once again ~ sb x |
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