Dusk Poems
Sunset by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
......
Dusk Paddling
by Ayatullah Nurjati
There is hope in the fishermen's qualified causality sketches
Nature seems to be always erratic, sometimes shady sometimes turbulent
Similar to the desire of the fisherman who always ups and downs in making a
living
The engine on the boat can no longer be used because it had been already the
oldest
The fishing nets remain faithful even though they are sometimes torn
The boat he paddles never complains
Fish are also willing and willing to be netted and hooked for the survival of their
......
For My Lovely Son
by Ayatullah Nurjati
I didn't realize I am getting old
Dusk and maybe dim like an incandescent lamp that runs out of electricity
I am not realizing this hair is now gray
Gray hair is similar to the petals of water guava that fall out sucked honey by
bees and even by the gentle wind in the dry season
I don't do much to prove that I'm a passionate person
A desire that sometimes I find it difficult to contain it
There are not many things I have done to prove that even though you are far
away, you are very close to my heart
......
Reaping Dusk
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......
Dusky Dancers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Night's falling
Slow dance
And music's drifting out of doors
Under the stars the ocean roars
Whirl dip
Fragrance fest
Mellow moon
Scarlet sunset
Almost gone
......
Sunset by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
......
For My Lovely Son
by Ayatullah Nurjati
I didn't realize I am getting old
Dusk and maybe dim like an incandescent lamp that runs out of electricity
I am not realizing this hair is now gray
Gray hair is similar to the petals of water guava that fall out sucked honey by
bees and even by the gentle wind in the dry season
I don't do much to prove that I'm a passionate person
A desire that sometimes I find it difficult to contain it
There are not many things I have done to prove that even though you are far
away, you are very close to my heart
......
Reaping Dusk
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......
Dusk Paddling
by Ayatullah Nurjati
There is hope in the fishermen's qualified causality sketches
Nature seems to be always erratic, sometimes shady sometimes turbulent
Similar to the desire of the fisherman who always ups and downs in making a
living
The engine on the boat can no longer be used because it had been already the
oldest
The fishing nets remain faithful even though they are sometimes torn
The boat he paddles never complains
Fish are also willing and willing to be netted and hooked for the survival of their
......
Moonlight on the Mountain
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
At magic mountain
of the purple twilight dusk,
Summery stars swirl!
A dusty purple evening,
of redbird songs echoing.
Magnificent moon,
Pearls spill down the mountainside,
No breeze is stirring.
Golden memories now fade
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