"where minutes range/Their varied hues" the way that sunsets (or sunrises) change from minute to minute, or even in a matter of seconds making each moment unique and unreplicatable, is something I've wanted to express poetically for a while. You've done it masterfully here.
Actually, I was thinking about it right now-the Sun is soon to set...
...Thank you..
Ah... it's such a lovely time to just watch the colors change... Good night!
"...blent in one great mass of black..." There's a killer line. Very enjoyable, all of it.
So glad you liked that one, Wes! Thank you! :)
Gorgeous ending lines.
Thank you so much! :)
Gorgeous!
Thanks so much!
Wonderful poem!
Thank you, Paul--so pleased you enjoyed it!
This is gorgeous. And i love that use if the word "blent".. its great, i never knew it existed but it is so poetic.
Thank you! I'm always oddly relieved that readers don't seem to mind when I use those old forms... They're one thing I love about poetry!
"where minutes range/Their varied hues" the way that sunsets (or sunrises) change from minute to minute, or even in a matter of seconds making each moment unique and unreplicatable, is something I've wanted to express poetically for a while. You've done it masterfully here.
Thank you so much for the wonderful comment, Thomas (please pardon the very late reply)!
Bravo! Read, re-read, plan to revisit.
Many many thanks, Mark! So sorry this reply comes so late!