Dying stars still shine
pearly opalescence
shimmering and trembling
before they shoot
and fall
All is quiet
Preternatural stillness
Not even the slightest
gust of wind
dare disturb tree leaves
along the avenue
a failing streetlight
and whimpers
its small electric
toΒ an uncaring
Suburban tranquility
is a mausoleum
where the dead
do not yet know
they are gone
is but a breath
before a more uncertain

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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9 Responses to Nightfall

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    We’ve got a dodgy street lamp at the end of our alley. The council turned up a couple of months ago because it kept flickering on and off, took it down and replaced it with a brand new one. Now we have a shiny new street lamp that still flickers on and off all the time.

  2. loved it – I take it you’re not a suburbanite

  3. howanxious says:

    Great imagery… and I especially liked the ending- ‘Nightfall is but a breath before a more uncertain dawn’
    It says a lot. πŸ™‚

  4. Skye says:

    Oh, I love this! Beautiful, Sis!

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