Red Sky in the Evening

Author: Robert Knapman
Word Count: 123
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I’m sitting at my kitchen table
Brewed first thing coffee
Bathed in fine
Warm
Yellow

Your love is in a vase
Snap fresh and playful
Like morning sun
diving off my opening mind

I clock
Your soft petals
Peeking at the creeping day
Which nuzzles along my pillared verandah

Last night’s star
Offered me
Your shine and strength
Your hands and your musty scent

I tussled your tenderness
I Hitched on that dream

And fell

Over, past and beyond
The year of treading water
Terrified of plagues
Raging black flood waters
And
Smashing your vase
to smithereens

I wake
Calmly and religiously change your
Daisy, lemon blosom, snapdragon
Water
Finish my coffee
Straighten
And walk out
New shoes
Into the blazing sun

Red Sky in the Evening

A new day….

Inspired by Nicole Ryan’s beautiful poem Chateau Lunatique Thanks Nicole

Red Sky in the Evening belongs to the following groups:

All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Gay Themed Art and Writing, Self as Other and Something To Say

Crowmanic, 3 months ago

Beautiful, descriptive, colourful. A great word-picture.
Tania Rose, 3 months ago

wonderful imagery
Christopher Bi..., 3 months ago

very nicely put Robert
butchart, 3 months ago

amazing what the light of a new day can bring…. a wonderful poem for instance….......b
Robert Knapman in reply to Crowmanic’s comment, 3 months ago

Thanks David. I know when I get a comment from you, you eman it. Cheers :)
Robert Knapman in reply to Tania Rose’s comment, 3 months ago

Thanks Tania Rose ,)
Robert Knapman in reply to Christopher Birtwistle-Smith’s comment, 3 months ago

Hiya Chris. Thanks man of rolling hills and far away places ;)
Robert Knapman in reply to butchart’s comment, 3 months ago

Good morning little buddy. Seizing the day? Cheers ,)
butchart, 3 months ago

attempting :)
JenniferB, 3 months ago

like observing a crystal, clear snapshot of a simplistic, yet beautiful, kitchen scene. lol… I meant that as a compliment by the way! :)
oliver berlin, 3 months ago

oh Robert, this is such a tender, crisp, beautifully written piece!
These words alone-
I clock
Your soft petals
Peeking at the creeping day
Which nuzzles along my pillared verandah
are worthy of special mention!
Your warmth and humanity are an inspiration to a cranky old misanthropist like me.
O.x
Robert Knapman in reply to JenniferB’s comment, 3 months ago

Thanks JB – its all projection in the end…lol. Its appealing to think there may be a possibility of working towards evolving from the ego…into…
Robert Knapman in reply to oliver berlin’s comment, 3 months ago

Cheers Mr Berlin .) ...ahh Berlin, your voice wanders into the fog and tumbles along grassy knolls….eh?...umm…gotta get back to them visuals lol.