I leave you my abbreviated dusk,
A patch of blue upon a distant hill.
Fog fingers write my feelings on the glass.
Those urgent words once set the bones alight.
Friend, let that once be powerful enough
To hold time's shadow to its measurement.
West's fated slant across a million roofs
Creates an enclave worthy of itself.
Previously published, 'The International Library Of Poetry'
You always put so much into your writing Sandra, and I think that often our theme is the same or at least similar Eitherway..This is yet another beautiful piece Take care love duncan x
I'm going to that distant hill to gather little poems that you've left for me like manna from heaven. Uriah
You always seem to find the words that haunt. A beautiful and memorable poem from one of the most accomplished writers published here. Patrick
A sort of swooning delight overcomes the reader. The twilight moves incessantly around the world - a million roofs, and your patch of blue most poignant. Truly, I loved this one - especially the phrase 'set the bones alight' - ah, every soul should know one such moment. - Will
Always different... always captivating... always excellent... and of course, always Sandra!
does time's shadow have a measurement? will you find out & let me know. abbreviated dusk. fog fingers. kisskiss. sjg
This beautiful poem taps our memories and captures a treasured mood that escapes our total comprehension. Very much an enclave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Abbreviated dusk' is a brilliant image and leads the reader eloquently into your elusive picture painted in soft pastels and rich with emotional tension. A fine poem. love, Allie xxxx