Sunsets

Sunsets

A Poem by Moonie
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~A scribble to get the muse to work again~

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Most moments would be devoured
by the tea-pink sky, or a symphony
as tiny as time.
Tell me, my love, do you still remember
swimming in cotton candy clouds,
and salt storms,
staring at the grand sunsets, and
talking in crazed, berry-sweet tongues
about things that couldn't matter less?
And had I been young still,
today's damask sky would clutch
at my peach dress
and beg me to stay.
But unlike the sunsets,
I grow old and frail
with time, and with time,
the sunsets too lose their loveliness.

© 2021 Moonie


Author's Note

Moonie
I got the expression "tea-pink" from a type of tea recipe originating from the Indian subcontinent (mostly Kashmir) called the "Noon Chai" (literally meaning "Salt tea"). It is a tea prepared with tea leaves, a pinch of salt, and some baking soda. And yes, it's salty, and of course, pale pink in color. It's absolutely delicious too!

Damask- used to denote the fabric (a lustrous cloth with a satin weave design), the color (which is a dark shade of rosy pink), and the damask rose (known for its heady fragrance, the distillate of which is used in the perfume industry)

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It is wondrous when you find the key and unlock your muse. Every color and hue here is a magnificent glimpse of the deepest, sweetest memories as they fade into a gray mist... "Unlike the sunsets..." How that made me ponder the freshness of each day rising and passing before us.. new every morning... even as we all grow old in our loving.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for this stellar review! ♡♡♡
An owl on the moon

5 Years Ago

Just always glad to see you here! :)



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beautiful Ms. Moon! delicate deep expressive of life and passing .. exquisite colors for the sky .. comforting textures in the dress ... mouth watering delicacies in the talking ... i really like and enjoyed reading my friend ..and i am more than grateful you are far from that fading time ;) into my library this one goes
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much, E. It feels so good to post again, and to read such heart warming reviews! ❤
Einstein Noodle

5 Years Ago

;) .................
Age changes our outlook on many things in life. Advancing years are no friend of mine. I enjoyed the read. Thank you.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the review! :))
Sunsets disappear into the dark it's their nature. Like growing old is natural, but we still can absorb the light of a faded sunset through memory, just like we absorb the wisdom of growing older. That's a light that can never disappear or grow old and it will always be a muse.
Thank you for sharing your work here. I dig it!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your words! Appreciate the review!
It is wondrous when you find the key and unlock your muse. Every color and hue here is a magnificent glimpse of the deepest, sweetest memories as they fade into a gray mist... "Unlike the sunsets..." How that made me ponder the freshness of each day rising and passing before us.. new every morning... even as we all grow old in our loving.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for this stellar review! ♡♡♡
An owl on the moon

5 Years Ago

Just always glad to see you here! :)

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Added on February 20, 2019
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