The Midas touch of the sun turns the world to gold
another day fading into darkness
Shadows cast by the battlements
reach out across the road to the east
silhouettes painted there on the plains of war
the fields of withered flowers
wind blown and rising to meet the sky
Above it all the banner still flies
still stands against the sun and casts its own shadow
alongside those melting into the advance of night
all that once was gold
now only blackness reaching out into the fields of flowers
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I learned yesterday about a series of paintings by Dr. Seuss which he called The Midnight Paintings. If you have some spare time, I recommend checking them out. They’re incredibly beautiful, sometimes darker takes on themes and even characters found in the rest of his work. You can see them here: https://www.drseussart.com/secretandarchive
and here’s a great video that analyzes their creation and meaning:
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7 responses to “Midas”
I have said this before, and I will say it again: Your poems come across beautifully as a song. It feels as if you can hear them whilst just reading.
Though they normally don’t rhyme,, it seems they do. Love the flow.
Keep writing.
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Good post. 🙂
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Thanks! (:
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Cheers! (:
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Lovely poem! Thanks for the recommendation, too! That sounds really interesting. 😀
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