Treasure Island

Smoky Hoss

(01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Coming of Dark


A smoking darkness at end of
day
has fallen down
upon the deep blue

sky. It lingers in ribbons hanging
gray
and continues along
its lonely way to

cry. No moon so bright tonight will hearts
stir
only faint stars singing
with a shallow and lonesome

sigh. Not a thing moves nor
purrs
even owls simply watch and listen
refusing to

fly. This extremely dark
night
shall wither the spirit
filling the mind with shadows of fitful

fright.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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  • Joseph Anderson (8/5/2013 3:09:00 PM)

    Smoky-That is an unusual style in this, but you have vividly painted a spooked night with amazing
    use of imagery and a blending of all nightly things. I am gonna skip my nightly walk, (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (8/2/2013 5:10:00 PM)

    Excellent Smoky, had a bit of a dabble myself of late with more modern formats. This is very good, a great read. Looking forward to more. (Report) Reply

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