It was interchangeable,
sunrise or sunset
and that was o.k.
I love the edges of a day.
It could have been
Lake Michigan
or Lake Gogebec
and that was just fine.
I love the shores all the time.
There might have been
breezes wandering
or blades of green at attention
I would be content there.
Just sitting without a care.
When watercolor takes its ease
whether at the birth of a new day
or the last tear of the sun on the sand,
my soul is moistened along the edges.
Watercolor by Canyon Green
Great not to have any cares and just sit and stare a while. Nicely written!
i used to paint watercolors – not very good though…but i just love how they flow and the effects you can create..the edges of a day..beautiful jerry…sometimes the moments are just that perfect that the details are not so important…i understand the feeling you capture here
Oh, I like this, Jerry. I had a day exactly like this yesterday. And I’m working on a poem about a pianting I saw yesterday that captured what happened. But I think I like yours better.
“my soul is moistened along the edges”, love that line. Art and beauty do impact the soul. Enjoyed this piece.
The first two stanzas are excellent, an ethereal feeling of being disconnected from the world emotionally, whilst feeling it physically. The third stanza is a dip for me, a bit ‘off’, if that’s the right word, within the context of the poem. i think you could have done without it.
Thanks for keeping It real…there Is a point i always find Where ethereal transcends into the real…where i am in The Here And now. Thanks for Your thoughts
Very cool, Jerry! Nice work!
Thanks tgw