Lighting Poems: 458 / 500

Yearning For The Dusk

Rating: 5.0

Crinkling, blinking,
dancing, slowly.
Like not ever ending,
charming, scented
glowing, but not burning.
Wisps of smoke
with tastes of chardness.
Ever so softly lighting
Not even
slightly frightening.
Always so very,
so inviting.
Hot but only
barely warming.
Ohh how we all
so like watching
embers when they’re
slowly turning
into whitened
ashened dust.
Somehow yearning
in their turning
for the ending dusk.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marci Made 08 April 2007

As always your use of images are flawless and spectacular~~~~~love, m.m.

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JoAnn McGrath 29 March 2007

It's his 'Soul Train' way of writing I like it David

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Declan McHenry 29 March 2007

David! Love it! Controlled like a slow marching band doing the military funeral step. Neat word placement.

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