Dusk

by psiberitePathnamthitta, Kerala, India

Jan 2018 433 Views 1 comments

Dusk

Evening sky—
Stained glass—
Like a pale dream—
Poetry waltzes
On wings as
Ballet dancers—
Sky opened to me
Like a body of a woman—
My thoughts are
Veiled with the
Colors of the sky—
I dream of Bali—
I dream of her love—
Want to be nourished—
Clouds part as a guitar—
There now, a fierce
Dragon is spitting fire—
The sky a song of music
To me now.

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Posted: Jan 2018

About this poem:

It's a picturesque description of dusk.

Comments (1)

candykidAshburn, Virginia USAJan 10, 2018

You seem to be posting frequently as of recent. I would like to give you an opportunity to perhaps explain a few of your claims, starting with this one. 'I am confessional by nature and I would like to nourish my identity as a disgruntled Hellenist a profane Philistine , an ontological nihlist existentialist, an adoring feminsit and a committed post structuralist. I am also interested in Christian Apologetics.'

Thank you.
Christian

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