But Nothing

plenty of a times. love build up to this poem and the fall from pedestal. amazing lines in poem. very stong and direct and the light dimming was shinning to me as a sign of descriptive poetry setting the shade pun intended. crumbling under weight of enormity is pressure getting to much and like a cooker blowing. enjoyable read here. -duck

I found this so very interesting and loved your way with words.
A winter bath
tries to hold the halo-
for sometime, and then disappears
in obscurity.
Particularly loved these lines.
Also as a very tall person I have received many blasts in the face. Well done lovely writing-likesgreeneggsandham 

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