Dusk

[Billy]

Dusk

A broken vase. Pieces swept into a corner.
The serous sunset. Having to sit down,
out of breath, his fingers feel for left carotid.

Pulse like a night light. Peace a witness
to the approaching darkness. A dog howls
in the distance as if pain can be released

and sleep come easy, settled in a warm
spot where others have laid down their lives.
The end as welcome as the beginning.

[Bernie01]

Billy---

love this one---the poem avoids being literal, but still manages to be both clear and imaginative.

The serous sunset. staggers with originality.

and this original, but clear movement:

his fingers feel for left carotid.


and i like this line very much:

Pulse like a night light.

another knockout, great.



and a summarizing phrase, nimble and yet substantive,

Peace a witness
to the approaching darkness.

especially when included here:

The end as welcome as the beginning.



fine job. compact and a series of eye opening surprises.



bernie

[Kenneth2816]

Resonates with me Billy. Not getting any younger.

Well done, well done.

It's what its like.

[BobBradshaw]

Great job, Billy....Bernie said it so well...anyway, my favorite line...

A dog howls
in the distance as if pain can be released

[Billy]

Thanks bernie, kenneth, Bob

[SivaVelliangiri]

A very sensitive poem.The flow from the second to the third stanza is smooth and the end comes with a truism. Like the way you have treated the addiction.

S