Sunday, September 8, 2013

Mar Vista

























Where sunset spun light
And vapor into gold and wind
Unrolled what came before,
Something else --something more--
Goes under it, in to supper
And bed with that miracle
In its head, its brain
Dreaming in night.
What remains is
Finally just the light.

10 comments:

  1. Hey Geo! This has a Shakespearian quality, almost of soliloquy. And I got it! Well, I think I did =) Indigo

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  2. So beautiful, so soothing!
    Nicely done, my friend!

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  3. I felt my eyes smile from the inside out. That's the best way I can describe my response.

    Thank you.

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  4. Was the 'something more' yourself? I wanted to know more.

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  5. The Sunset is beautiful and so is your poetry.

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  6. Very eloquent. I appreciate your poetry.

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  7. I could not understand it, but I assume when you talk of light, you mean goodness. And religious discussions aside, goodness never ends.

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