"Flor de Muertos" by Jeremy Lipking‘Song at Sunset’ by Connie Phillips The Society January 18, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 6 Comments Song at Sunset The sun sets ‘neath the mountain top: __A golden orb that blinks And just for seconds lights the sky __Ablaze before it sinks. I see the sunset in your eyes, __Heart sinking in your breast… And bend to give you one last kiss __Before your final rest. A lake just isn’t deep enough __To hold the floods of tears That swell and swirl within my heart __When I recall the years… Those years and years—all of my life— __When you were always there… The laughter, love, and joy I felt __In that brief time we shared. Though we expect and plan to live __A life that we design, We’ve no control o’er anything— __To fate we must resign. But faith the sun will rise again __Will keep my spirit strong, And keep you always near to me __In mem’ry and in song. I know you rest eternally __With God—where you belong. Poor Gluteus Alas, poor Gluteus! __I had you at hello. But everything has changed, __As that was years ago. I used to walk and run __Or bike most everywhere, But then I traded in __My Nikes for a chair. So comfy and so soft __I didn’t want to leave, And never had the thought __That I would be deceived. And never did I think __I’d be swept off my feet, And so completely taken __With a cushy seat! And then, it was a car __And benches, couches, stools… Oh, I just didn’t see __I was a perfect fool! But since I was so duped, __Because I let you go, I’ve nothing but regret __And nothing now to show. So people, listen up! __It’s not a piece of cake! Ol’ Gluteus needs help… __Please learn from my mistake: Don’t let yourself get hooked __On riding around town. Dust off your sneakers now— __Don’t take it sitting down! Connie Phillips is a former English teacher and editor living in Massachusetts. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 6 Responses Patsy January 18, 2020 Lovely Reply connie phillips January 20, 2020 Thank you, Patsy 🙂 Reply Abhimanyu January 19, 2020 A calm one and a beautiful poem. Reply connie phillips January 20, 2020 Thanks very much for your comment, Abhimanyu. Reply Rod January 20, 2020 Your first is beautiful and very touching Connie – your second amusingly honest and totally relateable – demonstrates your ability to “bounce back” as they say. Well done! Reply connie phillips January 21, 2020 Rod, thanks so much for your comments. I really appreciate them! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Rod January 20, 2020 Your first is beautiful and very touching Connie – your second amusingly honest and totally relateable – demonstrates your ability to “bounce back” as they say. Well done! Reply
connie phillips January 21, 2020 Rod, thanks so much for your comments. I really appreciate them! Reply
