I like the way light morphs itself
as the setting sun hides
behind an anvil head silhouette.
And as the fireball falls
below trees and sky
it is as if the whole world
were set afire
When darkness settles
the hush explodes;
a thousand chaotic
froggy sirens calls.
Then the owls thud
startles mossy limbs,
his slow moving flaps
purse the air, so distinct.
Then the grasses shudder and twitch,
little mousy squeaks out
catch me now, if you can
catch me, 'cause I’m it.
The sky, it always speaks to me
of life and love and things
we wish for, but rarely see.
This pice actually created a twinkle in my eye.
Rare.... rarely, does that happen.
Congradulations.
For touching, reaching, creating,& provoking life.
A slight smile inwardly mind you, accompanied that spark of twinkle.
My gratitude extended.
((Sigh)) I love sunsets too... Better than any t.v. show, and more beautiful than any painting-- even of sunsets, because these shift as you watch... amazing, aren't they? --Charlie
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Dave.
Cryssa
Rare.... rarely, does that happen.
Congradulations.
For touching, reaching, creating,& provoking life.
A slight smile inwardly mind you, accompanied that spark of twinkle.
My gratitude extended.
Sincerely
Rodney Evan Bohen
Rodney
I salute You, Poet
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Fee
Your beautiful words and photo capture the sunset wonderfully.
Lovely writing, Stuart from (downunder)
Light and hope shine in your beautifully illustrative piece - thank you. Stay safe, my (((friend))). Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.