heading west (a candle burned at both ends)
awake again and seeing red
through midnight blue eyes swimming
in growing black pool pupils
--the groundhog sees his shadow
but mine never appears
though I know it follows
close behind, waiting for
the rising dawn to break the zenith
and mark the fall of another day.
elPintor
Mon 1st May 2017 00:42
Thanks for your comments, Suki, Colin, and Adam. I am always happy to hear your individual takes on what I write. They, each, never fail to capture some bit of the original essence in the writing. Though, there are some thoughts that cannot be entirely encapsulated within words--of even the author's, of that thought.
And, further thanks...I'm glad that each of you (FMF, David, JemJ, Paul, and Karen) liked it--unexpected, yet welcome, response.
elP