sunset nostalgia.

sunset nostalgia.

A Poem by Britt Foster

Sunset nostalgia:
pink in the whispering stream,
and stained with blood
from blackberries,
or mosquitos,
or both.
Life is so fragile,
even for memories.
Memories as fleeting 
as colour
on the skyline.

© 2013 Britt Foster

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Britt Foster
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I like the simplicity of this poem; however, it is not a simple poem by any means. It is rich in imagery.. the pink sunset and blood of blackberries or mosquitoes. I really like that you threw in the mosquitoes because it prevents this poem from being a sappy one. It shows reality, that yes, there are predators out at night. And then you tie life to the sunset and memories and how they are all three fleeting moments. You don't say it, but one could infer from this: live life to the fullest. Wonderful job with this piece.

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Britt Foster
Britt Foster


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