The day is nearly done
Unblemished by the works of human hand
With gentle push, the sun slips ever lower
Beneath horizons, below hilltops, behind houses,
And lights the long shadows of foreboding;
Families regather, shelter is sought
From lonely hillsides to menacing street
Fires are lit for the evening treat
In townscapes caught in the unnatural glare
The false solace of man-made brightness;
Comfort and anguish mingle together
Bedpartners in unlikely clasp
Trying to cancel out mortal peaks and troughs
Eating the crumbs of comfort
That the evening brings.
In townscapes caught in the unnatural glare The false solace of man-made brightness; Comfort and anguish mingle together Bedpartners in unlikely clasp Trying to cancel out mortal peaks and troughs. crumbs of comfort......... very descriptive but somehow sad. shall we love all innocently especially the poor children of the world. then we will be able to smile and be happy. tony
Paul Gerard Reed, Your poem is a reminder of how people seek solace within our own families, friends and communities. The need for comfort and affirmation is also seen with your poem the day is nearly done) as is the descriptive title. You have really pointed out how precious life really is. thank you for writing this somewhat intense and real poem............Blessings in your life, writing and work..............Kathy
Thank you Kathy for taking the time to write such thoughtful comments. Best wishes, Paul.
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A compelling and descriptive composition written with amazing eloquence. Very powerfully and movingly penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.