Dawn & Dusk

The sky was flushed

with crimson light

lining the horizon

draws out emotions

from clouds

soon to turn dark

their departure

makes for hope

of blushing dawn

while holding on

to colors before twilight

two sides of dawn & dusk

one then the other

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word flush.

Dawn & Dusk

Death’s Knock

Last night there were knocks

on a door which woke me up

wondering if this

was deliberate knocking on my door

maybe from the homeless people

in the woods next door or someone else

who needed me in the middle

of the night and without pajamas

I left the bed to have a look

& then remembered I was naked

with a fear that someone

could have been looking in at me

standing there oblivious to the fact

that death’s knock had come

to the neighbor in the house

west of me as I went back to sleep

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dVerse prompt on a one sentence poem containing perhaps an embarrassing experience and incorporating the end of civilization

Death’s Knock

Glow

A setting sun

makes faces glow

it reflects

on the passing day

sparkles sand

makes sea shine

lingers on the surface

of earth

makes it golden or pink

before it disappears

leaves colors

temporarily

dangling on clouds

brilliant

in its display

worthy of audience

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word glow

Photo on the beach Pine Cliffs in the Algarve, Portugal

Glow

Travelling to North Rim

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Travelling with the storm perched over the canyon we head to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon both going there the storm moving faster along the rim while we drive over the plateau happy to be dry in these moments arriving at the campground everything is wet but the storm has passed the sky clears revealing the colors of layers of chiseled rock lit by the setting sun

Two years later I travel that same road there is no storm but snow is on the ground where the Cat Fire burned last summer we watched it burning from deep in the canyon hotshot fire fighters called in helicopters fly in and out delivering their load plumes of smoke rise over the Kaibab Forest we float safe on the water of the Colorado River and smell the air from 8,200 feet above now the snow covered ground hides the char of the Cat Fire black surrounds the base of these ponderosa pines others are burned completely pinyon junipers pine needles scrub brush 4500 acres burnt from a lightning strike

Travelling to North Rim

The Sun of Pont Aven

 

The sun of Pont Aven brightens the sailboat to a blue

deeper than the Van Gogh sky of Champs de ble

Blue sailboat moves along the river L’Aven

the light presses it on and on

like wind in sails its loft making shadow

that leans further into the movement of the day

 

Here in Port Manech can you see

 day ride on into its own demise

with acceptual strength

and boldness only to disappear into the sea

slowly into the blackest shadow

of night

The Sun of Pont Aven