Saturday, February 17, 2018

Do you still see the sun?
Even though our days are nearly done. 
Each and every set and rise,
A step closer to our demise.

Do you see a rising sun? 

When it brightens in the morning, 
With all of its colors soaring.
Emerging from the night,
To spread its glorious light.

Awakening sleeping towns,
It peers into every room around.
Signaling a brand new day: 
Opportunities, chances, hope. 


Or


Do you see a setting sun?

When it slips into darkness,
Sending all of the colors amiss.
Leaving only lonely traces,
Of words and forgotten faces. 

Stores close.
Parties stop.
Poems end. 
Everyone returns to their solitude.

Ending another day, another poem:
Finished. Closed. Goodbye. 

1 comment:

  1. I am enjoying your poetic style. Nice work presenting to different perspectives.

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Giorgos Seferis