
Sunsets like life,
End suddenly, shocking us
With bursts of color,
Or subtlely fade away
With faint hues of calm repose.
Tanka
Sunsets like life,
End suddenly, shocking us
With bursts of color,
Or subtlely fade away
With faint hues of calm repose.
Tanka
Did
You ever
Wonder how
Poets find sleep?
Or what they might think
In those dark night watches?
As they contemplate slumber?
Are their mind’s in calm repose?
How do they enter into somnolence?
Poets count syllables instead of sheep!
Etheree