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Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Sunrise, sunset
Prompt from Linda:
Sunrise, sunset. A color-filled sky is like another world. Where are you when the sun does its magic? How do you feel, what do you think when the sky is purple, orange, red and pink?
tender love, just sixteen watch the sun go down steam the windows of the pick-up truck with the heat of new passion she's old fashioned, sweet "please don't touch me there" "I won't because I care" his patient hands wipe the windshield the magnificent flavor of colors flood the small area reflect in each others eyes answering all the whys of the universe the sky tells the story of the colors of love we cannot touch either but both are significant of beauty on earth re-birth of serenity they hold each other tightly in contemplation of love and time and color seeking a peaceful union...
this is beautifully written! the words set the scene even without the picture but together they form a perfect setting. I wish I wasn't so tired because I can't think of the word I want to use to complete my thoughts. I will have to come back tomorrow to finish my thoughts. But I did enjoy reading this one.
I knew that was the word you were looking for but I couldn't think of it either. And there it was sitting right before our eyes.......hmmmmmmm ...is this what it's like getting old??? lmbo
This is a beautiful haiku! You took it to be a sunrise rather than a sunset. That's what I liked about this photo! You can view it either way. Good job, Bonnie!
Awesome imagery. Did you mean to not have a space for "goodmorning"? Also haiku don't have titles, and yours definitely doesn't need one in order to see the picture you are painting.
crap! no I meant to have a space there.... well too late now. And I am never sure whether to put a title on a haiku or not... some tell me you number them but then I was told only number them if they are a series and I should use a title... I am so confused!!!!!!!!
The Earth turns, all 1.3 times 10 to the 25th pounds of her. Millions of tons extra in humanity. Over 39,000 miles around the waist, she moves to reveal that first sliver of The Sun in purple, orange, yellow bruised sky of morning.
thanks Linda! you said what I was going to say! now I have to make my crazy brain find other words to say the same thing. lol! this really is beautifully written and I love how you used math to pull the earth into the equation. I read it to Keith and he liked it too :-).
I confess to posting a poem I wrote earlier because I have been busy working on my chapbook and so not focused on new stuff. I do have one for my prompt however that I wrote today, so I will post that on Wednesday, I expect. Meanwhile, here is my Sunrise, Sunset poem with best wishes to all. Comments are welcome.
Even as the sun sinks I can almost taste the dawn. Sunrise and sunset are mirrors East and West reflecting: Birth and death, two sides of a coin waving hello or goodbye, but waving.
When we die to one day, we are born to another. When we are born, what do we leave behind? Each dawn is a birth, each night a death, I watch the sunset, wondering what the sunrise will bring.
As the light dwindles Hemlock branches darken against the twilight sky. As they sway, tracing their gentle dance the dusk fades to night. I watch the last sunset clouds Grey and dissolve. Tomorrow's promise sings in the memory of the light. Tasha Halpert
tender love, just sixteen
ReplyDeletewatch the sun go down
steam the windows
of the pick-up truck
with the heat of new passion
she's old fashioned, sweet
"please don't touch me there"
"I won't because I care"
his patient hands wipe the windshield
the magnificent flavor of colors
flood the small area
reflect in each others eyes
answering all the whys
of the universe
the sky tells the story
of the colors of love
we cannot touch either
but both are significant
of beauty on earth
re-birth of serenity
they hold each other tightly
in contemplation
of love and time and color
seeking a peaceful union...
Love this!! In particular, love the line "the magnificent flavor of colors"
Deletethis is beautifully written! the words set the scene even without the picture but together they form a perfect setting. I wish I wasn't so tired because I can't think of the word I want to use to complete my thoughts. I will have to come back tomorrow to finish my thoughts. But I did enjoy reading this one.
Deleteimagery! that's the word I wanted!!! can't believe it took me so long to remember it.... wonderful use of imagery!!! lmbo!!
Deleteomg! and I see Victoria used imagery in her comment about my poem and somehow even then it didn't register! time to put me out to pasture! lol!
DeleteI knew that was the word you were looking for but I couldn't think of it either. And there it was sitting right before our eyes.......hmmmmmmm ...is this what it's like getting old??? lmbo
DeleteSkies (haiku)
ReplyDeleteorange and purple hues
night skies say goodmorning world
lovers sleep entwined
This is a beautiful haiku! You took it to be a sunrise rather than a sunset. That's what I liked about this photo! You can view it either way. Good job, Bonnie!
DeleteAwesome imagery. Did you mean to not have a space for "goodmorning"? Also haiku don't have titles, and yours definitely doesn't need one in order to see the picture you are painting.
Deletecrap! no I meant to have a space there.... well too late now. And I am never sure whether to put a title on a haiku or not... some tell me you number them but then I was told only number them if they are a series and I should use a title... I am so confused!!!!!!!!
DeleteVery special haiku. Love the imagery.
DeleteTHE SUN DOES NOT RISE
ReplyDeleteThe Earth turns, all 1.3
times 10 to the 25th
pounds of her. Millions of tons
extra in humanity.
Over 39,000
miles around the waist, she moves
to reveal that first sliver
of The Sun in purple, orange,
yellow bruised sky of morning.
wow!!! I really love this...you humanized earth..."over 39,000 miles around the waist"... and revealed the sun. It was majestic and magnificent!!!
ReplyDeletethanks Linda! you said what I was going to say! now I have to make my crazy brain find other words to say the same thing. lol! this really is beautifully written and I love how you used math to pull the earth into the equation. I read it to Keith and he liked it too :-).
ReplyDeleteI confess to posting a poem I wrote earlier because I have been busy working on my chapbook and so not focused on new stuff. I do have one for my prompt however that I wrote today, so I will post that on Wednesday, I expect. Meanwhile, here is my Sunrise, Sunset poem with best wishes to all. Comments are welcome.
ReplyDeleteEven as the sun sinks
I can almost taste the dawn.
Sunrise and sunset are mirrors
East and West reflecting:
Birth and death, two sides of a coin
waving hello or goodbye, but waving.
When we die to one day, we are born to another.
When we are born, what do we leave behind?
Each dawn is a birth, each night a death,
I watch the sunset, wondering what the sunrise will bring.
As the light dwindles
Hemlock branches darken against the twilight sky.
As they sway, tracing their gentle dance
the dusk fades to night.
I watch the last sunset clouds
Grey and dissolve.
Tomorrow's promise
sings in the memory of the light.
Tasha Halpert
This is very beautiful, Tasha. I especially love, "I can almost taste the dawn." I love the imagery and the picture you created with your words...
DeleteThank you so much. You are most kind. That was a lovely picture/ image.
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