The Last Window before Dawn
Darkness paints
My reflection
In Dali strokes
Worn face
A widowed blur
Of cross and bone
Crater eyes
Fixate you
Behind me
Hand to shoulder
An optical illusion
Smudging memory
Chiaroscuro woke
Silhouettes my breaking
Fortune
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This is beautiful
I really like poem a whole lot except last stanza, which I didn’t understand and I don’t have any feelings about
The new day will cast its own destiny.
The poem’s form complements the surrealist sensibility. Love the imagery in the title, unexpected ending.
Such masterful compression.
Great title! The whole poem is like “Dali strokes” with its surreal, stark images. Really well done!!
“Hand to shoulder
An optical illusion
Smudging memory ”
Haunting. This poem is gorgeous.