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A Picture of Time

Observe the children running towards the water trailing their long shadows, the gold crinkled tops of waves, hesitating, then breaking into foam, the blessings of last light on her face, the sun easing into a simmering sea, bloated, slowly devouring itself to death.

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Daniel Turner

Date: 3/30/2023 4:11:00 PM

My porch faces the west and sunsets are the evening entertainment. For me it is always bittersweet. The passing of another day yet the thrill of the beauty but always peaceful. i enjoyed reading your thoughts today, Paul. Be well my friend.

Paul Willason
Date: 3/31/2023 5:01:00 AM

Thanks Daniel. Sounds as you have the perfect position to watch the evening entertainment ...all free. Enjoy. Cheers mate.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 3/30/2023 3:31:00 PM

I see now, the passage of time hard to stare in the face for too long with eyes wide open - much like the sun. Happier to turn away. I do like the poem and how expressive it is.

Paul Willason
Date: 3/31/2023 5:08:00 AM

A big thankyou for giving this little poem more time...good to hear how the words paint a picture, create meaning in the readers mind. Always a revelation...you are so kind for sharing.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 3/30/2023 2:36:00 PM

Well, what happened is I kept getting to the end and then reading from the beginning. Probably a metaphor also, about happier times. Interesting write.

Paul Willason
Date: 3/30/2023 2:49:00 PM

Appreciate yr comments and giving the poem some mind space. Nothing too sinister in the poem just a picture of a passing moment illuminated by a sun that is, itself, in the process of passing, litrally consuming its fuel and slowly dying. An old theme, beauty snatched from time. Many thanks.