Sunset meant the end of the work day, quittin' time, for most of the year, with tired arms hanging off the steering wheel. I would never have been able to even think about a dreamlike poem.
Thank you Patris. Gorgeousness is what I was trying to capture. Sometimes trying to capture something like a sunset or a painting or a symphony in words is just not adequate. I tried to pull out all the stops and let all those colors speak for themselves. I think my mother would have enjoyed these.
these poems are making me hungry, Wes. For chocolate truffles and cotton candy sunsets.. and whatever delicate peach interleaving creamy apricot is, oh I want that
There’s a guy within 2 minutes who makes mango margaritas, pretty good size, about $4 and one is all I can handle. That’s what I was drinking while looking at the sunset and trying to write down the poem before the booze dropped me.
oh my, what a challenge! i’m glad you bested the booze before the booze bested you. i’m watching the sky turn shades of mango and guava pink as i type this. a margarita sounds like a great accompaniment, given it’ still 70 degrees out
Thanks Cynthia, we got the views, no doubt about it. The real estate lady, who has been selling around here for 25 years said she has never seen views like ours, and that's why we plonked the cabin right here.
Sorry, Wes, all I can think of right now is that I might want to move to Mexico... I try not to worry, and I don't really, but it's hard to focus on other things.
My dream house. You are blessed!
Thank you Mike. Here is a post on building it with my then 17 year old son.https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/facing-east
So rich in beauty, Wes, these have a flavor that I can taste. Gorgeous is the only word I’m left with.
Thank you Patris. Gorgeousness is what I was trying to capture. Sometimes trying to capture something like a sunset or a painting or a symphony in words is just not adequate. I tried to pull out all the stops and let all those colors speak for themselves. I think my mother would have enjoyed these.
I agree. It’s a painting readers can speak out loud. Beautiful
Oh, that's such a perfect way to describe things.
Such a soothing poem Wes, thank you, and a beautiful photo Laurie
Thanks Bliss and I’ll tell Laurie- she says thank you
these poems are making me hungry, Wes. For chocolate truffles and cotton candy sunsets.. and whatever delicate peach interleaving creamy apricot is, oh I want that
Well, I like to hear that since these poems were for entertainment purposes and also meant to be an edible arrangement. 😉
an edible arrangement, indeed 😋
There’s a guy within 2 minutes who makes mango margaritas, pretty good size, about $4 and one is all I can handle. That’s what I was drinking while looking at the sunset and trying to write down the poem before the booze dropped me.
oh my, what a challenge! i’m glad you bested the booze before the booze bested you. i’m watching the sky turn shades of mango and guava pink as i type this. a margarita sounds like a great accompaniment, given it’ still 70 degrees out
Especially love that last stanza "while the dark blanket of night is drawn..."
Thank you Steve. I remember some Disney movie where a chariot pulled a blanket across the sky.
What a beautiful cabin with a stunning view!
Thanks Cynthia, we got the views, no doubt about it. The real estate lady, who has been selling around here for 25 years said she has never seen views like ours, and that's why we plonked the cabin right here.
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Sorry, Wes, all I can think of right now is that I might want to move to Mexico... I try not to worry, and I don't really, but it's hard to focus on other things.
It really is mostly because so many Americans are strolling blissfully and ignorantly towards fascism. Such a hate filled man.
Thank you Nadia.