Poem: The Twilight Man
Source of This Poem
This poem is an answer to a challenge posted by annart, in her wonderful hub on the English language.
Her challenge was to create a story based upon the artwork photo that appears in that article, and shown below, with her permission.
The Twilight Man
Alone he stands,
in darkened mystery.
Who is he? Why does he stare
Out to sea, beyond the shore?
Deep in thought,
Or maybe prayer,
His shadowed self
Stands behind.
From the waters
He takes his calm.
From the waters
He gains his strength.
On the edge of darkness,
His cares fall away.
And the lapping tide
refreshes his mind.
Every night he visits here,
To shed the day,
And submit to
Restful sleep.
©10-20-14, C.E. Elias
© 2014 Liz Elias
