
What does one say to a sky
glowing in scarlet brilliance
at this early hour, blinking sleep
casting long shadows over dreams
half remembered, if all?
These vermilion pigments dance
among clouds, warming to the idea
of another day and whatever
unwraps the blues of normalcy,
mundane. Routine.
I’ll not let this complexion slip
to ordinary, even as trees
envelop us in shade, days creep
shorter, and shadows — those
dark false realities that smooth
us out to remove a dimension
on chilly, fallow ground — lurk
behind but never catch us.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Glow #writephoto
This is gorgeous, Phillip… and I like the idea of the ever-pursuing, but always failing shadow.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Really beautiful. You truly are gifted.
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Gorgeous Post!!
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Nothing can out shine the beauty of the sky. Your poem goes so well with this picture.
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Thanks so much, Lizzy 🙂
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Beautiful write!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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