Sundown
When sunset comes round,
the natural light turns itself down.
Bids us a colorful goodnight.
Glows like a dying ember
then is extinguished by
the limitations of our vision.
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Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Sundown
I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
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I enjoyed reading your poem. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.