A Beautiful Scene to be Seen

As the year draws to a close, many people see it as a time of reflection. This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, which offers the audience to do just that: reflect. The setting is fairly simple: a sunset at the beach. But what happens when you give the sunset life? What happens when you try to dig deeper? A simple setting becomes more complex, a metaphor for life, perhaps. 

 

A Beautiful Scene To Be Seen

There is a blaze in the sky
Fading, quickly fading
A palette of dark, bold and radiant hues:
reds, oranges and yellows
The enormous orb begs people to stare, 

            “elegant strokes are here to be stared at,
            to be analyzed; bask in the glory the painter
            took time to stroke. This is their masterpiece,
            take advantage of it.”

Inspiration comes in many forms.

I oblige to the free offering of the spectacle.
The sphere lowers,
tints change,
becoming more tantalizing to the eye.

There is no sky; a rainbow of energetic colors:
Fuchsia, indigo, bright yellow,
all so lustrous
As I look in awe,
the palette is now splatters all over:
purples, greens, and blues.
Glowing, shining at me 

Approaching perfection,
this sight is the first to enter my mind.
Never does it grow old,
each is fresh and new: exhilarating. 

-Brandon-