A Play Thing

a poem from a Wednesday

Part of how I want to use this space is to share my writing experiments and doodles. I attempted a Pindaric Ode the other day. It’s a bit more structured than my usual writing, and I enjoyed the challenge of finding where my voice blended in with this ancient Greek poem structure. I know that an ode to a sunset is hardly novel, but writing this brought me joy (which, I guess, is the point of an ode), and I hope reading it brings you joy.

An Ode To A Sunset On A Wednesday

Streaks of colors on the edge of light
show across the sky
such that no one could deny
the beauty of this earth
or prohibit the cheerful rays’ mirth.
They call in the night.
Over waving mountains
they bubble burning sky flame
and nothing alive dares to tame
the sprouting last light fountains.
The sky blushes;
but there is no need to be embarrassed.
These uplifting moments are some of life’s rarest.
So Sun, proudly shine your final burnings
and I’ll whoop my day’s last yearning
that this moment of bliss allows the day’s stress to release.
This is peace. 

In wordy wordiness,

Walter