Wednesday, June 4, 2014

SUNSET


Yesterday, the sky at sunset was so breathtakingly beautiful during my walk that it almost hurt; it was nearly too much.  I looked here and there at the colors and gasped in delight more than once.  On the way home, as I walked east, away from the sunset, I turned around several times to look westward and continued to look upward at the ever-changing panorama.  I didn't have a camera with me, as is usual when the sky is most splendid, which is probably all to the good because I attended to the beauty rather than to trying to capture the moment with the camera.  I wish so much to give expression to what I've seen through painting or a poem.  Painting is not an option, so I tried a poem but came up with only a brief, inadequate bit of what?  Doggerel?
Sunset splashes color on horizon low
And high sky.  Peachy pink, aqua-blue,
Smoky blue, gently bathe the eye till
A stab of blazing yellow-orange
Pierces sight.
The colors were lovelier than those in the photo.

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  1. Lovely, Mimi. You're really good (God, the Master Painter, even better ;-/)

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    1. Thank you. The Master Painter came to mind.

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  2. I think doggerel goes for comic effect ... more like:
    My oh my the sunset sky,
    it burns and blazes in the eye
    with pallet peach and purple and blue,
    too much to say, for even you.

    Yours makes me smile for the beauty of it, not the irregularity of poetic form. :-)

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    1. dog·ger·el : loosely styled and irregular in measure especially for burlesque or comic effect; also : marked by triviality or inferiority

      Thanks, Marthe. You are kind and, in the main, quite correct, but what's always uppermost in my mind about my writing is the "inferiority" part of the definition. ;-)

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  3. Ah! Calvinist self-deprecation detected ... let it go dear - we all like your poems too much for it to go on.

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    1. Marthe, the vulnerability is very real, so real that I cringe inwardly and bodily when I hit publish. I picture someone out there thinking, "OMG! Would someone please tell this woman to get the words out of her system and then lock them away so they never again see the light of day." True.

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    2. And yet, despite the vulnerability (which is a nearly epidemic hazard of the poetic soul), the words get posted ... we call that bravery ... even if it feels nothing like that to you ... also true.

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    3. You're right. I bow to your opinion as a poet of distinction with far more experience. Nice to know that I'm in good poetic company in my misery.

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  4. Yeah. What you said here --all of it, resonates in my soul too. And the beauty is almost unbearable. Almost overwhelming.

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    1. Good to have company in the madness. :-) I read your posts nearly every day, margaret, and you inspire me. Quite often you send me to pray The Daily Office, if I haven't done so yet.

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  5. A glimpse of light in the minds eye and I stand in wonder beside you in the sunset. Thank you.

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  6. A glimpse into the minds eye and I stand be die you in the sunset. Subtle and lovely.

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