Life and death sun and moon

Haze of dawn

                          Dusk of setting sun

in a splash is gone

                          cobweb shadows spun

A furnace blaze

                          The moon is caught

brands the days

                          the last battle fought

Hot iron of noon

                          Cold black of night

shadows swoon

                          tired of the fight

Golden orb reclines

                          On bed of clouds

as it fainting pines

                          raising out of night's shrouds

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Two poems, on the same theme...that of our lives coming to an end...after the tired tread of waiting for our demise..."the last battle fought".....we are in the thick of fighting and dusk is approaching....as is the moon...we begin life like the sun and close it with the moon...that is our cycle of life...love both poems which compliment each other so well... and so creative...
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Thank you so much Betty for the review and most kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I lost a couple of close friends this year...they dealt with various health issues for over a year. I can imagine both of them writing these lines...it was almost a blessing when they passed...no more fighting, no more struggling with the pain.
I really like the way this is laid out...each side standing as a poem of its own, but working in league with each other.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Jacob I appreciate your support and encouragement yes I thought that I would try something a bit different this time.