Seconds of a Dying Day
The eyes that held fast to a colored sky
the somber echoes of faltering footsteps
the trampled blades that bent and wept
the picture clouds that emerged and faded
the heart that bled into a crimson fire fall
the fallen ashes that swirled upon the air
the spirits that had risen above the horizon
the sharp stillness felt in a halted breath
the seconds of time in a day that lay dying
Sandra Stefanowich is from Ontario.
Your words gives one something to ponder - bringing this reader wanting to read you again. Very nice word placement...
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Dear Sandra
ReplyDeleteI happened to drop by again and realized my comment didn't take. I am amazed at how you told this horrible story of a moment's time stood still. You have captured a still photo and brough it to "life." What talent and how sad.
love,
Kathy
Dear Sandra,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for all the comments you left for other writers today and for sharing this amazing poem with those that visit Whispers. It is people like you that make this community possible. Blessings to you my friend.
Karen
Dear Sandra, this is an awesome perspective on a "dying day." I love the way you describe nature slowly fading from sight as the sun makes way for darkness. Excellent poem! Love, Carolyn D.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Christine Tate, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteTo Sandra Stefanowich on her poem, "Seconds of a Dying Day"...Your descriptive poem painted a vivid picture! Well written with an interesting perspective. Thanks for sharing it Sandra...
Thank you, Jack Horne, for the following comment--
ReplyDeletewow, this is powerful. Awesome write
A lovely poem, Sandra...words well chosen, mirror aptly the inner feelings of the heart. Hope to see more of your work here. All the best.
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Thank you, Richard Sponaugle, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteOutstanding use of language. Has to be read several times to be fully appreciated. A poem that stays with you.
Thank you, Barbara Siekierski,for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteNice way of describing an end of a day, getting near the setting of the sun as we say good-bye to another day.
Thank you, John Williams, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteNot too many take time to observe seconds about most things; especially the seconds of a dying day. I suppose this acute observation is left for the eyes of a poet. You did a beautiful job expressing this change. Enjoyed your keen observation. Thanks.