Stopped Sundial

Poetry

The sun dipped down beneath my feet,

The moon tipping over my head.

The weight of day is lost to me,

The night envelops all.

I do not know this blinding light

I do not know this raging sound

I dwell forever in the stars

The sun will never rise again.

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Crowe

2 years ago

I’d like to go here *^*

Ire Beckons Allies

2 years ago

The vertigo of this piece is intoxicating,

The imagery, the light, the pain, I could see the spots dancing behind my eyes with only a line, hear the mind shredding chaos of sound

Flawless, simply astonishing, great job as ALWAYS my dearest Noah :)

Melly

3 years ago

Love the line, “I dwell forever in the stars”, such a beautiful poem!

Noah Herodias

Little authors are made of deadlines and spite and everything write. The question is not “Am I procrastinating?” but “Which project this time?” I can be found awake at various odd times of night, morning, and apocalypse. Check out my contest entries!

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