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.”
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-