When Morning Becomes Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

My go at Dibb's recent picture/writing challenge.

Dark

and yet

light...

Cold

and yet...

Warm.

The sun is ending It's daily sojourn.

By any old tree, it will not be obscured.

Sheep grazing in a pasture, dusted with snow;

unfazed by the big sun and It's orange glow.

Along the periphery are the trees, soaking up the light.

They show us their dark side as they frame the oncoming night.


Submitted: February 21, 2012

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annat2again

Lovely poem. Beautiful verbs like "dusted" and "soaking"
I do believe you have the wrong their however? (their dark side not they are dark side) Sorry to be pedantic but little lapses like this do mar lovely writing.

Tue, February 21st, 2012 4:51am

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Thanks annat2again, I'm gonna try fixing it right away; I did not want the words all together; its just going up that way. I keep separating the lines but to no avail. I don't know what to do about it. :( (I totally appreciate all your comments). :D

Mon, February 20th, 2012 8:56pm

dibbledabble

Don

Thank you for your entry. An enjoyable read, holds the frame of the picture in the mind beautifully

It was a morning sun, but it just as easily could have been an evening one.

Respect

Dibs

Tue, February 21st, 2012 8:28am

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Yeah, I was thinking evening, then I read again and saw it was morning; thus the title. :D

Wed, February 22nd, 2012 8:20am

Irwinagain

Perceptively caught image I enjoyed the read.

Tue, February 21st, 2012 12:40pm

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Thanks for your comments Irwinagain; always appreciated. :D

Wed, February 22nd, 2012 8:31am

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