I have discovered a new meme hosted by Otin @ Wizard of Otin called Rhyming Wednesday. This gives me an opportunity to recite my poetry and read others as well.
This is one of my "six line" style poems that upon reading again reminds me of sunset… so I titled it that. It is difficult to say what it truly means… I'll leave it over to you to offer your interpretation:
The fog rolls in and clutters the sky
while the sun withers and begins to lie
The light so warm now starts to fade
a rosy red to a scarlet jade
Our eyes they look but see none at all
thus blinded by our own heroic fall
So until we fall to our own doom
overpass the gloom by clearing our dye
If you are interested in reading this week's offering… or want to participate yourself— go visit Otin's Rhyming Wednesday.