night follows day
as sure as the cloud
that was once in heaven
descends
darkness brings
the soul’s cold climate
to one more remembered
sunrise
light fades
from our waking hours
as time wrestles the dusk
to sleep
in the end
we dream of tomorrow
and light beginning
we repeat
A prompt from Written Tales. “Life goes On”. Threw thees 50 words into the maelstrom. Nothing doing.
Still, sometimes you need a starting point in case you wind up reiterating the stuff of back in the day, or some such.
So there, the economy of 50 words exactly, and a theme. This was what came out.
About repetition. It’s what we do. Even poets…
that was once in heaven
descends
darkness brings
the soul’s cold climate
to one more remembered
sunrise
light fades
from our waking hours
as time wrestles the dusk
to sleep
in the end
we dream of tomorrow
and light beginning
we repeat
© BH, 2021
A prompt from Written Tales. “Life goes On”. Threw thees 50 words into the maelstrom. Nothing doing.
Still, sometimes you need a starting point in case you wind up reiterating the stuff of back in the day, or some such.
So there, the economy of 50 words exactly, and a theme. This was what came out.
About repetition. It’s what we do. Even poets…
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