Sunset Minute

The sun moves down towards its bed
in glowing red
and orange hues.
It cannot choose
the pace of its descent. Its fire
might well inspire
a lengthier rhyme
if, taking time,
it slowed its journey through the sky
and such as I
could ramble on.
But now its gone.

Published October 23, 2011 Write a comment
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LightH2O
Such true write, it's gone!, but left us a vivid impression with your words. Well done!
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Liliana Negoi
came and gone...what is a minute after all than a blink of the eye of time? :)
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yelena
there's such a special charm in minute poems. enjoyed this one so much. thanks for sharing, Paul. :)
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Fay Slimm
Love it - - love it. And as from now we have a new format for this site Paul - but so far without either Bookmark or room for an intro. - -Also we are not being informed as yet by an email as to whom has commented or messaged us - - ugh !!! Even now I am still looking how I can message a poet when I wish to - - crazy days at the moment. - - I was so glad to read your beautifully calm minute poem - feel better already. x Fay
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tom balch
This seasonl minute series is a joy to read, Paul. Must try one.
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Sandra Martyres
OOps I meant new..not never
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Sandra Martyres
Yes it has....I leave you to discover the never Avatar...Nice minute poem...
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erik99
Has PF really changed its format? I can't find the place to write an intro. This one (not being about autumn) is not a competition entry.
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