Tom Thompson, "Sunset," 1915
Clear sunset banding
Suspended in aging sky
Advancing night signs
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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My fingers inch closer to the keyboard, itching to obliterate a day's worth of work. It's some of my best writing I've done to date, but at what cost? The words seem to bleed, dripping onto my desk. For a millisecond, I'm sitting in front of a crime scene, looking at dead, begging eyes. Why? Why me?
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Comments (7)
Very beautiful! A worthy accompaniment to the artwork!
Deftly done. I'm reading this on nighttime mode before my alarm goes off so the picture is in black and white but I don't need it to appreciate your words. Metaphor for life too?
This was breathtaking! Loved your Haiku!
We go tend to go into nature, but you bring nature into our world. Such choice of words to describe a sunset brings out some melancholy in me.
Lovely!💕
Gorgeous imagery!
So much imagery in so few words! Great work!