Ochre

Long day ends serene
Sea of ochre floods the sky
Soothes tired mind and eyes

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

46 thoughts on “Ochre”

  1. I hadn't thought of ochre as a soothing color before – thanks for helping me look at it from a different point-of-view.

  2. @Jinju,welcome to my blog.. glad u liked the metaphor and the poem! πŸ™‚ thanks for the read & the follow! πŸ™‚

  3. hi leo… a ku of the most beautiful expression… it is just like that… a wonderful gift at the end of the day for those of us who look up at the end of a long day when those glorious sunsets call to us…

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