Sunset Sky Watching
I saw the moon watch the sun go down.
I and the moon
watch the sun
go
through the layers of deep orange
and crimson, winking
and crimson, winking
as it takes leave;
sky blushes pink
settling
to royal purple, and
down
as the dark blue tide spreads across the dome above,
as shadows lengthen until they are
no more and all,
these eyes stay fixed on the horizon
just the moon
and I.
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9 comments:
wow, this is a "i wished i had written this" type of poem. the way you described the sunset is as though i am watching you painting a canvas.
and you know, the left lines are a complete poem by itself. it's lovely, with a sense of peace and solitude. solitude doesn't meant loneliness, sometimes we just need the space.
Very pretty poem. Great descriptions. k.
Very neat Raven. I love the way you structured this. As it's really two separate poems collaborating as one, yet can easily hold their own by themselves. The reversal from the I and the moon to the moon and I is quite significant. And the imagery in the second poem is outstanding. Thanks
dsnake, K and Fred: Thanks for the likes and comments!
I could always use more solitude. I don't know if it's good a thing to prefer it. Just me, just the sun or the moon, just the crickets and the trees. I really prefer it. :D
Intimacy was the prompt for a haiku one day last week. This poem, these words and sentiment truly fit the bill. A shout out to you Ravenblack! I am always so glad to see you.
Always glad to see you as well, Raven. :)
Ravenblack ... I never do this to anyone (well completely rarely) but as I was reading this the only reply I could make was totally selfish. I think that you will chuckle (the photo - and your poem).
http://nohwhere.wordpress.com/2012/05/12/nahaiwrimo-may-12th-prompt-sunshine-haiga/
I know ... it is a second round for me. ;)
:D
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