Death Of A Perfect Day Poem by Godfrey Morris

Death Of A Perfect Day

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She smiles at me through crimson skies
with passion burning in her weary eyes.

This day has a perfect aura
A perfect sun, today to savour.

Each dying second gives a moment pause
Its almost time, she will not last.

This day will make a sure descend
and be replaced by a mistress's shadow soon.

Say your good-byes and wave to her now
A sudden end, no more time will allow.

The death of the day breathes life for another
Tommorow be blessed to see one other.

Another just as kind as she
still I fear it will not be
as the perfect one I knew

The sun may yet rise again
- Its the death of a perfect day.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Far Lapenna 05 December 2013

Your use of language in this poem stands out compared to the many other poets I have come across - a truly delightful read.

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Melody Thaila Kuku 12 July 2012

I love the way you made use of personification. I think this is lovely Godfrey.

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Godfrey Morris

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