Dusk

The day’s dram all but 

downed, a few drips still 

to be drained. I sit 

in the languishing light’s tide, 

mull of horizon slipping 

into the cobalt bloom of unfolding clouds, 

time’s perennial pea inching across the iris,

a moth flittering along the edge 

of dusk, thinking how Dazai 

must have imagined his setting sun  

diving into the dark waters for the last time. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[M]

I had to google Dazai and he is completely unknown to me but his circumstances illuminated your poem with greater light thereafter. I appreciate your description of a setting sun using some very original words and lines.

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks for the review Makhabat

[Cherrie Palmer]

Where neither happiness or unhappiness is found.

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks for the visit cherrie

[Cherrie Palmer]

I really liked how you used your reference to the Sitting Sun. To be honest the above quote is all I know about Dazai.
But I totally enjoyed how you wove the image the feeling and the reference together.

[willweb]

So now we have one my favorites of yours...funny how that happens. To say I have read the sunset describe more beautifully and magically would be a lie, unless of course I mean prior to reading this. Really nice my friend.

[Ken e Bujold]

sunsets spark me, what can i say :)

[Casey Truax]

Gorgeous and appropriately brief. The unique structure works well and that alliteration is delicious.

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks for the time to review Casey, glad you enjoyed

[Kelly Scheppers]

From the "cobalt bloom of unfolding clouds, to a moth flittering along the edge of dusk, I was eminently enthralled by the surplus of words you gave pulse to. What a stunning read you've brought to the table, Ken. It needs a toast to brilliance!

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you for the effulgence of your praise my dear

[Kelly Scheppers]

After reading this, I simply had to google Dazai, then from there, Wikipedia, to learn that he was a Japanese novelist and author who drowned by suicide in the rain swollen Tamagawa Canal, at the age of 38. I was wondering if there was a particular piece of his works that inspired you to write this, for I was deeply moved by your description, of how he imagined his setting sun, diving into the dark waters for the last time. What an evocative piece you've written, Ken. It truly staggers my mind. Thank you!

[Ken e Bujold]

i have been an admirer of the Japanese novelists for eons. In this case the link was nothing more than having writing the line setting sun and thinking of it slipping into the sun Dazai's incredible book came to mind and the connections locked into place. I would highly recommend people read some of Japan's great writers. Currently, for my money, Murakami is the most overdue for a Nobel writer on the planet. but Dazai, Oe and Kawabata all must reads