The jaded sunset and its warmth;
The origin of such,
Is unknowing and resilient,
In spite of the apparent weariness,
Its fierce existence,
May bring hope,
That one day,
It will be full of vigor,
Once again.
Hey Tom:) This poem makes me ask myself who is jaded... is it the sunset or the viewer? Perhaps the viewer sees it as indifferent as we ponder its beauty tho it doesn't see us. unaware that her composition can fill our hope in it by simply being there
This is lovely, made me think about the rising and the setting of the sun every day, and how we do not know what the days have planned for us. We may not see the sun or take for granted the fact that it is there, resilient as you say, every day. Yet, the very fact that it is there gives us hope for something beautiful. The message for me here is to have faith and to not give up. I like your use of the word jaded - there is something a little unsettling regarding the lack of knowing, as is our human condition. I enjoyed this a lot. Best wishes, Laura
Tom,
I right away think that this "jaded sunset" represents a day or a period of time that didn't hold much promise of happiness. Who can know for sure what brings sadness or happiness . . . each is fleeting (except in cases of clinical depression). However, life is precious, it's "resilient." Within us burns that "fierce existence." There is implied a promise that 'tomorrow' possibly will be better. If not, the resilience will still be there.
Nicely put together, my friend.
T
Hey Tom:) This poem makes me ask myself who is jaded... is it the sunset or the viewer? Perhaps the viewer sees it as indifferent as we ponder its beauty tho it doesn't see us. unaware that her composition can fill our hope in it by simply being there