The evening sun is painting the horizon
With a luminous tapestry of strokes
Casting an array of protean guises
They are so visible in all scopes
Its hands are filled with pastel colors
Yellow, orange, red, purple, and green
Their refulgence like no others
Behold the spectacular scene
The seagulls cry a melancholic melody
They swirl heavenward in wings of white
Colors oozed in chromatic symphony
Dripping, dripping down the canvas sky
Its multiform expressions finished
The sun descends to its hidden abode
back to the earth his work unfinished
Faint beams of light died as he strode
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Author:
rrodriguez (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2017 11:44
- Comment from author about the poem: I've been working on this poem for awhile. I focused on the images and rhyme. The title is a play on words, Sol (Sun) & Monet (the French impressionist painter). The Sun is an impressionist painter painting in the celestial canvas. I worked hard on the imagery. Enjoy it & comments are always welcome as they help me to better this very noble craft.
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I'm right there in an impressionist world you've painted with words.
Yes sir, thank you!
and the angels gather on the mountainside to behold the glory of the Devine sunset and it's Splendor
brings fourth tears of joy! nice picture you paint. Good Sir!
The sun as a painter. Great idea and execution. I too have been fascinated with color and love the impressionists.
Great write
Thank you Tony.
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The beauty of the setting Sun, captured in poetic style, and painted with words of color and emotion. Monet's impressions of the world around him were expressed with paint and canvass, your scene is expressed through your voice and to the written page. "Back to the earth his work unfinished," leaves us to realize he will rise again in the morn. Beautiful piece. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil. Your words do encourage me.
The picture painted with words is a delight to read.
Thank you for visiting & commenting on my poem. Be blessed!
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