Beyond the horizon,
The sun sinks away
Its pale yellow rays,
Kissing the blue day.
An orange wave
Slowly wets the sky,
Above the green trees,
Where the birds fly.
The mountains afar,
Black as the night,
Just moments before
A snow-capped white.
How beautiful to see,
Colors waving at me,
It makes me smile,
This crayon-box sky.
So welcome to the third #WednesdayVerses prompt in 2019, our thirty second prompt overall. Reema and I offer you this word prompt each Wednesday to inspire in you a poem. If it does, do write it as a post on your blog and come link up with us. The linky is open from now till next Tuesday night! Please add your post to the link only if it is a post written for #WednesdayVerses.
Prompt #4 for 2019 is SUNSET.
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Vinay Leo R.
23. 01. 2019
Vinay Leo R.
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.
Beautiful. Crayon box sky… Just love this one description that can bring images of so many beautiful sunsets to my mind. Amazing.
It would look just like that, I think. The colors and the whimsical feeling I get seeing the sunset at times! 🙂 Thank you, Fathy!
That title is so evocative – crayon box sky. Loved the poem.
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Thank you, Tulika! 🙂 Glad you loved the poem!
I love the idea of the sky like a crayon box. I like how you’ve incorporated all the different colours to provide beautiful imagery. Sunsets are beautiful…I can’t get enough of them.
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I see these sunsets at the same place each day, and yet each looks so different. I feel they are magical, Babby. Colors and all! Even I can’t get enough of them.
That pic, your poetry are both beautiful!
From now on, whenever I look at the sky- sunset or sunrise, I will think of your poem 🙂
Then my poem is complete, Pix. 🙂 I’m glad the poem was memorable, and may your sunsets be too!