Golden Twilight

sinks into the final gasp,

a flame too bright for any sight,

fades not in thunder, but a rasp.

Ink etches yet into the sketch

no more the streets,

long shadows stretch,

fading color, sinking beats.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!

37 thoughts on “Sunset

    • Ah, see, that was an “of the moment” sort of deal. As I was watching the sunset in question, it was clear skies as far as the eye could see–but a cool, gentle breeze was “rasping” all about me all the while.

  1. Love the way you painted this poem Chris. I can see the color in my mind if not from my window.

    So glad you are part of One Shot you are a great addition my friend

    moonie smiles

  2. I like how effecitvely you use the idea of color — fading and muted color — golden twilight fading. This is a slight trace of “not with a bang but a whimper” in the fading “not in thunder but a rasp.” Really well done.

  3. I love this, it’s a wonderfully tight poem, each word lending itself to the whole. And it begs to be read aloud, especially these lines:

    “sinks into the final gasp,

    a flame too bright for any sight,

    fades not in thunder, but a rasp.”


  4. Beautiful. With just a few words and an elegant simplicity , you have captured the complexity of feeling that a sunset brings with it. I really liked this a lot.

    Thank you for visiting my blog and for your kind comments on my non-traditional love poem. 🙂

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