Open Poetry #21 |
Colored Sunset |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
See the sun falling, Orange and red ball in the haze, Strange color ending, Canadian smoke calling, From a far off blaze, A brush fire is sending Smell to our sweltering days Gloom |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
and you say you DON'T PAINT... bosh. I can SEE this...and? I see? Therefore you PAINT. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Serenity Nah, this is just a chalk drawing Watch and see it will all be smudged and blurry by the morning Then a storm might come by Washing them all away. You’ll open your eyes to the morrow and it won’t be here Will it still be painted? Glad you enjoyed Gloom |
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MidnightSon Member
since 2002-05-15
Posts 312between the gutter & the stars |
beautiful and sad. these fires this summer are a drag, but you pen them with melancholy beauty. it's our struggle for identity that leaves us all unknown |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautifully written. Yet sad. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
The smoke from Canada finally cleared and the fireworks finally went off in Harrisburg. Nice write. Enjoy life, this is NOT a dress rehearsal. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I've been there a few times, in the evening with small fires going somewhere, and I love the aroma, nothing better at the end of the day...nicely done, and thanks for the reminder |
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