James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

In A Blaze Of Glory - Poem by James Tipp

The day extinguishes in a blaze of glory
Nature in all her beauty bids farewell to the light
We stand enthralled captured by the magnificance
The transitory reality holds us mesmersied.
This warm Easter Monday evening is given meaning
We are offered a gift that is free and compelling
As was the transitory nature of death, for the life bearer

Whitstable Kent.

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  • (5/23/2016 10:07:00 AM)


    James, I live in Whitstable and our sunsets are truly majestic, among the best in the UK if not the world. Nicely captured in your poem. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/8/2009 10:01:00 AM)


    Beautiful...love it! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 26, 2011


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