In the Aftermath
A day of promise–
trees dressed in summer green
hug the street, where windows reflect
sun’s saffron beneath a violet sky.
A day of promise,
a promise you keep for yourself,
and when the fiery sun falls again
into the sea,
you are a hero,
left bound to suffer, wing-brushed,
torn apart every day,
you wake with promise and regret.
For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. This one was inspired by all four images.
We’ve completed one week, and I think the art and responses so far are excellent. You can see today’s images and poems here.
I LOVE this one!! Straight into my “Poems for Troubled Times” folder it went. I hope it will make its way into your next poetry collection.
Aww–thank you so much, Liz! I appreciate your praise.
Hmm. . .I will have to think about this one for the collection. 🙂
You’re welcome, Merril. 🙂
Your poems are always so full of colour and hope. I imagine hope was all that Prometheus had in the end.
Thank you very much!
I imagine so.
Sorry for the delay. 🙂
What delay? It’s Passover weekend, isn’t it? We’ve been out all day too 🙂
love this and I do try to greet each day as a new beginning, even with all the challenges
Thank you so much, Beth! 😊
I uttered “wow” out loud as soon as I finished this one. You have such a talent, Merril!
Thank you so very much, Dale! 💙
My pleasure! 🧡
torn apart every day–that’s the sorrowful truth. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. Yes, it is.
The sadness of disappointment
Thank you, Derrick.