A trying day, its outcome pressing closer
with each moment of your restless sleep,
brings me to the river for a brief respite,
the warm summer breeze like a mother’s caress.
The sun will not rise again in a manner unchanged
by this setting, the last of its dazzling light upon the waves
becoming a sheen before being muted forever
in the final moments of its darkness.
I turn to go and return to your side, knowing
that, as I hold your hand through the night,
this sunset will be your last.
The prompt for Tears in rain – using our senses, from Sarah at dVerse, is to write a poem that tells a story or shows a character in the things they’ve sensed.
Image: sunset on the Niagara River
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The Setting of Suns
Blue above, with edges and undersides
of pink shading to coral, the clouds above
freeway valley measure the passage of time.
A slice of a lifetime told in the sunsets
over this valley. With a voice
I’ve come to savor, musings reach me,
on the passage of time, of sunsets
across seasons, over the years.
Thoughts of daily routines, changed
now that he is alone; of memories held
in photos and letters, and the sun that set
on a lifetime of nearly a century; of a gift
that was his not through payment of a debt,
but through love and dedication.
That coral slowly fades as blue turns to gray,
and a poet’s soliloquy cannot
encompass all the thoughts
held in those clouds. A flute plays,
and fingers that could be writing
trace the joy and sorrow of those times.
In the end, a sigh tells it all.
This poem is for my friend Daniel Charles Thomas, whose uncertain future almost certainly holds a move from that place he calls home, which was his mother’s home for forty years. The view from Daniel’s window, looking out over what he fondly calls “Freeway Valley” in San Diego, provides some spectacular sunsets, and he has shared some of those with me over the years. His words and the clouds from his most recent video inspired this poem, and I used those clouds here, with his permission.
following sun’s trail
long day fishing on the lake
fried fish for dinner
waves in fading light
afterglow on the water
boats passing at dusk
clouds glow at sunset
towering over the lake
gulls come in to roost
A trio of haiku as a late response to Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #43: Afterglow
Images: Sunset on Lake Ontario, July 29, 2011
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Into the Sunset
A sail on the horizon,
filled by desperate thoughts
heard by no one,
neatly folded, some
for a vessel
crew long parted.
This is my second response to the optional prompt for Day 4 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month – write a poem that is “about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like ‘beauty’ or ‘justice,’ but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns and adjectives.”
Lake Ontario Sunrise ~ July 30, 2011
Lake Ontario Sunset (Golden Sail) ~ August 5, 2011
The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Rise/Set
floating in beauty
sun resting on the water
peaceful end of day
dropping sails on calm waters
at one with nature’s splendor
Another response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Thirty (each day a new Yeats quote).
“And I shall have some peace there,
for peace comes dropping slow”
Image: sunset on Lake Ontario, August 1, 2011
pond at end of day
sun swallowed by horizon
shadows swallow reeds
This haiku is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Ten (each day a new Yeats quote).
“And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide”
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