The challenge this week is to use the words, sunset, silver and beauty in a poem. Each member obviously will have their own interpretation. Here she blows:
He smiled. He was the beast,
and she the beauty. The silver
lining that ushered in
a new hope. But,
his heart lacked the
bravery. Sunset came,
sunrise followed, and still;
she did not know his name.
And she never would.
Because he never could,
quite offer anything more
thank a whimper,
and a longing
for belonging.