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#23 - east is for the young
by Linda FullerI will always travel west
to where the sun beds down
and the clouds glow
with low frequencies
of red and orange
where sounds are muted
lights are haloed
and my heartbeat slows
Facing a young sun
its bright rays blind me
with mocking promise
of infinite pathways
time without limit
world without end
Far better the old sun
its diurnal journey done
sinking below sight
no promises, no lies
just that good night
01/23/2011 Author's Note: Poem-a-Day January 2011 #23
with a nod to Dylan Thomas
Posted on 01/24/2011
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 01/24/11 at 05:25 AM Gorgeous again, Linda. I'm sure you're hating the poem-a-day thing by this point, but I assure that I am enjoying it. :) |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 01/24/11 at 05:44 PM This totally inspired me. Thank you for that. |
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