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Suggested prompt...
Write of a sunset.
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Sunset Rictameter
Sunset
fading embers
soothe audacious waters
with a heavenly concerto
of dancing colour across the skyline
until the lovers succumb to
darkness and meet again
at morrow's end
Sunset
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13 comments:
I'm visualizing this on the other coast, making it a sunRISE. This is perfectly analagous to a rebirth, a new beginning, a chance to start over. Waiting for the brilliant light to shine.
Perfectly timed with our President-Elect taking his oath of office, bringing the entire country together with him.
Love the imagery, but the sun is setting finally for me here after a very long day of one administration.
The sun will rise on Wednesday's post for what I hope is a brilliant day of the new administration. And hope seems to be what I have, feels decidedly positive.
Sunsets for me are always a time of reflection (no pun intended). The end of a long day, time to relax and debrief. Time to plan for tomorrow. If the day was not one to remember, it's over. If the day was unforgettable, it's memorialized in thought. Either way, Sunsets and the coming Sunrise parse time in segments we can get our heads around. Life would not be the same without them.
Dan
The last week that I was in Australia in June, I wanted to watch the sun set on the water one last time before heading back to the east coast in the States. I remember not wanting to leave the beach until the sun was fully down because it symbolized the end of my time in Australia. We almost missed the train back to our university because I just couldn't pull myself away. But later I realized that while the sun was setting there, it was rising over the water back home, and that gave me a little bit more hope.
An Insomniac’s Sunset
He never notices a sunset—
those shades of orange
are a mystery to him.
He misses it routinely:
those reds and violets—
like the sky is bleeding,
draining of life.
It’s only that sudden chill,
a change in the air,
the chattering of a nightingale
that draws him outdoors:
a lonely man
pacing under a recently lit lamppost.
They frolicked about
in the inches of water mixed with sand
They dreamed of tomorrow
Worn out from the play of today
Counting down
the last few minutes of the sun's rays
Recounting the joy
the blessings of today.
As the sun set
with it's final burst of color
They raced back to the house
Exhilarated and exhausted.
I am tired of this long, long day that has been Bush.
I am ready for the sun to set.
I am ready for this new sun to rise, a new day to begin.
The one yesterday suffices: pink, then orange, then a flaming, forest-fire red. The ocean below glowed silver the entire time. No postcard could capture it; not in a million years.
The sun sets every day. Just like every breath we take.It is a pretty site to see. I am in awe of its beauty. The big, round sun finally going down. After sharing its warmth all over town. It will lay down and rest. But tomorrow it will awaken again, and we will see it once more, unless it rains.
Her eyes grow darker, bloodied and maimed.
A balance broken, or forged in pain?
Her belief in day is caused by night.
Obscurity beckons her to look towards the light.
For every sunset, storm, or eclipse
lasts only an ellipses, but then lifts
as, once again, the sun shall rise
to melt the shadows from her eyes.
Sunset Rictameter
Sunset
fading embers
soothe audacious waters
with a heavenly concerto
of dancing colour across the skyline
until the lovers succumb to
darkness and meet again
at morrow's end
Sunset
S. Anderson
Wow, thank you! What a pleasant surprise. This really made my day :)
You are quite welcome. Your poem was wonderful.
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