The Hour of Sunsets – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

The Hour of Sunsets – first published in 2019 by Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

frontiers of my being
the hour of sunsets has come
with bare hands I drown you in the coldest seas
red lilies burn you in the hidden valley
birds delight on carnal straps
I run barefoot through streets of no return
I knock on doors
a piece of bread
for my entire heart

oh, it’s midnight
I step into the land of fantasies that are not mine
I play with dreams like children play with kites
fires taller than the sky burst from my pregnant heart
nocturnal marigolds crawl on my skin like ants
I interrupt the voice of number Pi
from the clouds
I rain on you, my love, the silence of the prophets without tongues

was that a ray of light?
skyscrapers yawn
destinies melt in the taste of coffee and mistrust
car cough
the day confines me to the sick banality of its own land
my hands, aquatic pillars of forgotten fantasies
wait like thieves on corners of the streets

for yet another night

Featured Image: A gift for me from Tasmania


From Literary Revelations: Coming this summer – Building Sandcastles: A Book of Short Poems by C.X.Turner and James Welsh

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Gabriela Marie Milton
2022 Pushcart Prize Nominee
Publisher, Editor, Award Winning & #1 Amazon Bestselling Author

Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology (ed.), Literary Revelations, 2023
Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women (ed.), Experiments in Fiction, 2022.
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose, Vita Brevis Press, 2021.
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, Vita Brevis Press, 2020

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91 thoughts on “The Hour of Sunsets – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

      1. I’m prepping for the remodel of the kitchen at the office. How about you? How is your day so far?

      2. Oh, wonderful. I hope everything goes well. I cannot wait to see everything when ready. My day? Tense. I do not know why. Perhaps because I am not in vacation anymore. Perhaps the full moon πŸ™‚
        Best luck with your wonderful projects!

      3. Do you have summer classes? The full moon has a way of making things weird.

      4. No, I do not teach in the summer. I do research. I think it’s the full moon.

  1. Perhaps the most gorgeous piece of writing I have read; a ray of light unlike any other. Beautiful, Gabriela. 🌹✨🌹

    1. My dearest Robert, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am having a very rough morning and your words and support mean a lot.

    2. Saddened to hear your day is not behaving, dear Gabriela. If there’s anything I can help you with, please let me know. 🌹✨β™₯️

      1. Thank you so much Robert. That means a lot. I will perhaps later in the evening. Enjoy yours.

    1. Thank you so much hon. I highly appreciate your kind words 🌺🌸🌺

  2. Beautiful lines, …& flowing theme β€˜twas such a pleasure to read, β€¦βœ¨πŸ‘βœ¨πŸ¦‹βœ¨

    1. Thank you so much my dearest Cindy. I hope you are well. Sending love.

    1. Goodness Layla, thank you so much for your kind words. They mean a lot.

    1. Thank you so much my dearest Blanca. I am so pleased you like it. Sending you love and huge hugs β€οΈπŸŒΉπŸ€—

    1. Aw, Nancy, I am so humbled by your comment. Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🌺🌸🌺

      1. Thank you so much hon. I just saw you had a wonderful anniversary. I left a comment on your post. Once again Happy Belated Anniversary and sorry for the delay.
        Much love.

    1. Thank you so much Michele. I am humbled by your praise πŸ™πŸŒΈπŸŒΊ

      1. I am not the only one talented. You are very talented too 🌺🌺🌸

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