Photograph by Markovich Photo Art
You bid the day farewell.
Once golden and strong,
your brilliance fading
as night calls to the moon.
Falling from this earth,
it no longer hurts
to look directly at you.
Your radiance now cooling.
Your glory more subdued.
You leave an intimation of light
as you vanish from view.
Photograph by Markovich Photo Art (Click here to visit and follow his blog).
Poet Rummager 
i love both the photo and words –
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Thank you very much. 🌻
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Very nice!
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Thanks a bunch 🙂
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I love this poem. And the pretty photo! Thank you for following my blog. 🙂
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Thanks for visiting! My pleasure. 🌺
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Lovely stuff, your brainpower is amazing.
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Your comment made me smile; especially since my brainpower has needed some re-wiring lately. xo
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Alex was one of the first people I followed on WordPress
How crazy is that
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Beautiful photography and powerful words
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I’m touched! Thank you so much Tosha.
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You’re welcome xx
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This poem is like breathing out when you have walked up a big hill. Great!
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Really? I’ve never had someone say that about my writing before! I’ll take it as a compliment. Thank you! 😉
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Oh, that’s what I thought of when I read the poem.. yeah it was supposed to be a complement haha 😀
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Beautiful…one could read quite a bit beyond the obvious into this one.
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Thank you!
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Sometimes you have to let the shadows roll in to appreciate the light.
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Roll with it, baby!
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Your words were so perfect for this great photo.
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Alex’s amazing photo was a fabulous find! Thanks so much.
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That’s a nice poem, Rose. I actually felt a little sad when I read it, for some reason. I thought about the line from 2 Samuel, “How have the mighty fallen!” I don’t know why, though. I mean, it all starts again the next day, doesn’t it?
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Haha! Quite right, BunK!! Thank you 🙂
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Perfect reflection of the sun’s radiance fading to dark ❤
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Your words always captivate me. ❤
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Right back at you 🙂
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Such a delicious and happy
poem Rose.
I was waiting for the bit when
darkness is falling
and the dead come a calling.
Just teasing. ☀️
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Thanks, my darling! Stay tuned for the sequel, “Vanishing Zombies.” Lol.
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I thought the same thing that Monochrome nightmares thought!
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Well, the night is still young. 😜
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My favorite time of day, and you described it marvelously, Rose. And I loved the photo, the blood red sky in particular.
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Blood red skies always make me hungry! Poetry is a quick fix. Thanks Cathy! Alex’s photographs are splendid.
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You’re welcome, Rose. 🙂
I do admire those who can capture a moment that is almost more lovely than the real thing.
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Thanks much, Penney.
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The poem is a beautiful tribute to the setting sun. There is also a nice detail in the photo that makes it an especially good one to illustrate the poem. Ordinarily, the towers for wires that transmit electricity are eyesores. Here, however, the towers stand modestly on either side of the sun, ready to help fill in for Old Sol when somebody needs light before he returns.
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Your attention to detail is both impressive and scary — you don’t miss a thing, Mel! Thank you for always reading my writings so carefully. xo
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Stunning poem. You humanize the Sun so beautifully, being not only a terrific poet, but also a kin observer of life 🙂
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Oh, thank you for always making me smile! I treasure your visits, Inese. xo
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Your poem feels so warm… I am here seeing it with eyes shaped by your words.
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That’s beautiful, Francis! Thank you very much for your gift of words. xo
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lovely poet
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Thank you for reading my work!
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