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End of Day
As night fell about the desert,
So too did a heavy silence.
It seemed to the crew that
Their whispers in the dark
Did not carry, or were dampened,
As if by a heavy snow.
Their talk slowed against the wieght
Of immense quiet and stopped,
As if they did not wish to blemish
Something ancient and sacred.
One by one, they retired,
Meditating with the nothing,
Until even the pulse
In their ears surrendered.
Slowly, each fell into a black lake
And swam languidly to absent shores.
Like the Dusty Boots poem,
Like the Dusty Boots poem, this poem demonstrates your powerful and skiled use of metaphor and simile; very, very impressive.
Starward
Starward
I appreciate your encouraging words very much!
I suppose I think metaphorically and though simile naturally,
so that translates into my writing without my notice.
Thank you for bringing it to my attention.
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.
A Wondrous Portrayal
Of what minds do in silence and the act of falling asleep - enjoyed - slc
I am glad you enjoyed!
Much appreciated Allets.
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.