Death of a Day

2013-11-14 17.20.09
In late afternoon the Med is agitated
Shallow chaotic waves fret,
Foam in short strokes
And go nowhere.
Cold wind flings her water
At piers and pebbles
In lacy tatters
Ending in tears.

Boats buck and rock
Against their mooring.
The wind wails and moan
Through masts and rigging.
The day is ending in bleeding light.
Dark folds crease the mountain
Slice through rocks
Plunge into the sea
In faraway silence
While the world disappears.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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11 Responses to Death of a Day

  1. john zande says:

    One curtain falls another is lifted 🙂


  2. PapaBear says:

    Sounds like the onset of winter to me, Emm, even though it’s a bit too early…


  3. I’m riding this Med wave “While the world disappears” …utterly engulfed…


  4. makagutu says:

    The end of day ushers in the brilliant and beautifully star lit sky. Without this break, having one endless day would make life unbearable, or so I think


  5. Tu decris exactement, merveilleusement, ce qui passe.
    Mais le monde reste la, neanmoins, cherie.
    T’inquietes pas.


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