Sun was setting in western sky
Leaving crimson streaks behind
I watched those colors for a while
Soon darkness covers myself and sky
Only sporadic verses illuminate mind.
You have captured a specific jiffy where the glowing sun is about to sprawl that has inspired your poetic soul to express yourself despite being a little upset with lapsing golden moment …”Soon darkness covered myself and sky”….. “Only sporadic verses illuminate mind”. You have revealed a different facet of poet’s mental sky! Appreciated it dear madam….10
Sun never sets I had posted one once on PH and so remember poets sun is life it never sets some where else it continues to rise and that is no surmise nor surprise it is even rising elsewhere go google will ye the you will realise the sun only forever does rise and that is natures gift to humans and a lovely prize till it again in our village does rise
Very realistic and beautiful poem...repeatedly enjoyable work...10++++
I love the last line. My interpretation would a comparison between the loss of a poem in the dark labyrinths of the mind and memory that didn't quite make it onto paper...similar to a glorious but fading sunset. Great images. Thanks.
The beauty of a sunset can be fleeting, but the impression it leaves in the mind of a poet is lasting and keeps flashing in his/ her inward eye in moments of solitude as did the host of golden daffodils in Wordsworth! A sweet write, Savita !
Your ability to create lasting images is enviable, Savita. I like how you did it- -brevity and well-chosen words. I tend to go on and on so I really enjoy masters of brevity. 10+++++++.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What are you telling/showing the reader, Savita ji? Anything new here about the sunset or the nature that a reader could relate to? Happy poetry writing!