Poem 145:


Shadow adrift


Shadows now adrift
lie upon a distant hill
with no more flowers to bestow,
the sun bows low

the day’s labor done
a journey cast in twilight view,
to home, each shall turn

but before the night
shares her madness true
each days treasure
clothed in golden hue
shall say with tender kiss,
I love you, but adieu

I found this old poem in my archive, and remembered
the poem was ‘chopped up’ to become 102 & a tiny bit of 103,
posted just for fun…

© 2013 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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  1. kdavisfanclub

     /  June 3, 2013

    great poem sir, I particularly liked the line: ‘before the night
    shares her madness true’ kind regards from Baldy 🙂

  2. This was beautiful. I am so glad you found me, so I could find you!! 🙂

  3. bennetta faire

     /  June 23, 2013

    I too loved the line about night and madness!

    • thanks — maybe there’s something to ‘night and madness’ that many of us can relate to — 🙂

  4. Reblogged this on poembooks and commented:
    i liked it


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