Sunset

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!

Deception

Photo by Chris Galford

The fire dips beneath the azure sea;

All eyes turn to their own hands.

No one spies the serpents slithering

From the long stretched shadows

Of a garden ripe with glistening fruit.

Demons whisper in the peoples’ ears—

The straw cast down,

The crows descend.

Fruit rots and garden fades—

Ravens circle high above

The corpses of the fools.

Old men stir within their ancient tombs—

The dream is dead,

Another Rome, decayed.

For The Thursday Poets Rally, Week 28.

Haiku in the Sky

Spread my wings and fly

Nestled in metallic womb

The birds laugh at us.

Swirling vortex bright

There’s storms on the horizon;

The sky is burning.

The world disappears—

Swirling veils of storm-wrought gray

Beneath blue expanse.