Twilight…
The day, whispers: “goodbye”
As the earth turns towards.
Another horizon.
The sun sinks slowly past.
The brilliant cobalt line.
Day returns to Night until…
Night returns to Day.
To capture this moment.
Recorded in memory; suspended in time.
The beauty, the sadness.
Often, an empty place.
If such beauty can exist.
If only for the blink of an eye.
How can our inspiration fail us.
Or fail, to bloom?
Awestruck, lost in the majestic colors.
The magic skies.
Heavenly music for the senses.
Between the day and the oncoming night.
Sienna skies, crimson red, glorious hues.
Lovingly burnt to perfection.
We stop and stare.
For a moment, lost in prayer.
Our twilight times.
Life, the years, the dreams.
Passed but not lost.
Beyond this horizon.
Twilight…
Becomes you.
And will,
Be come….
You.
“Thoughts at Twilight” poem and photo © 2008
Geraldine H. Hartman
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April 6, 2008 at 6:47 pm
Awesome photo with the most beautiful words to accompany! This is truly a wonderful piece of work. Bravo!
April 6, 2008 at 9:12 pm
oh that is a beauty… i love photos that overwhelm our senses… very creative the way the story unfolds… it is a wonderful surprise…
April 6, 2008 at 10:33 pm
This poem is inspirational and indeed ‘How can our inspiration fail us’? I love the word play at the end as well.
April 7, 2008 at 1:18 am
I like the play of words and perception in that last stanza, which brings all of this wonderful poem together like a sweet dream. God bless.
April 7, 2008 at 2:28 am
Stunning. I glean much of my inspiration from nature and the beauty that surrounds us. I often personify day and night too and I love how your day whispers ‘goodbye.’ Brilliant piece!
April 7, 2008 at 3:05 am
“Sienna skies, crimson red, glorious hues.
Lovingly burnt to perfection.”
Love those words.. Beautiful picture…
April 7, 2008 at 5:55 pm
Lovely thoughts and promises.
April 7, 2008 at 7:05 pm
The brilliant cobalt line…I like the painting in those words.
April 9, 2008 at 1:34 pm
I am awestuck at the beauty of that photo. Lovely poem. Sienna, crimson and cobalt are wonderful hue discriptors that evoke memories of sunsets past. 🙂
April 10, 2008 at 3:11 am
Hi Billy, Thank you for the kind words. I am so glad you enjoyed this poem and the photo. Your work continues to inspire me.
Hi Pie (Sorry, your first name escapes me right now), Isn’t that the best part about writing, when a poem or story unfolds as we write or type it. The last stanza did just that.
Hi Watermaid, I am so glad you did!
Hi Sandy, Thank you so much.
Hi Selma, Thank you for your wonderful, complimentary comment. Much appreciated.
Hi Gemma, I love using a lot of colorful, visual terms in poetry, this photo certainly was inspiring to do so.
Hi Tumblewords, They are indeed.
Hi Jason, And it was from my own dabbling in painting that this line came from.
Hi Ruinwen, Glad that the poem and photo struck a chord with you. Hopefully, lovely memories of sunsets past, too.
Thanks so much for all the compliments and encouragement. 🙂
April 11, 2008 at 2:42 am
The poem and picture remind me of our trips along the Oregon coast and the many sunsets we watched.
April 11, 2008 at 3:32 am
The elements work in harmony together achieving perfection. It gives a certain quietude, and soothing ~ both the words and the image ~ like a balm to the soul.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
April 12, 2008 at 11:36 pm
Awesome photo! I like the repetition of twilight! Sorry to get here late!
April 15, 2008 at 2:35 am
you make it sound so beautiful.. and yet i find myself scared to death of ever being there for the “twilight” of life…