Tuesday, February 2, 2010

7 of N of X





how light rapidly fades
once the sun's crossed the line; passage of time
accelerates when it tussles with shade;

rubicunds facing blues,
allied with slates and steels
collide;

engage in a varicolored duel;

without fail,
when warmth seems the victor
abruptly it retreats--

begins to fade;
swift moving forces gallop overhead;

stretch vast gray veils
enshrouding the sky;

for an instant
sun's afterglow resists,
then it's snuffed and it dies--

all's dark;

stars do not twinkle
at that time;


2 comments:

Gerry Boyd said...

Very interesting language. I think the constant tone of this is really well done. Bravo!

Noxalio said...

thank you for the complement Gerry, i'm honored that you think so.

you should know that i admire your work immensely, even though i only glanced at it for the first time last night (i shall visit again for more thurough reading).

also, thank you for making this connection and please stay in touch.

noxy.