what I shall make out in green and concrete –
the milk of this evening has gone rancid
in its own boiling heat – white blossoms curled
into their wombs – colored winds in this play.
what I shall discern of you, in your want –
an iris dusk shedding silken-haired light,
hung at the mere hint of one last goodbye.
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For dVerse MTB
Image source (Arizona Dusk by Erin Hanson)
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I like how this all led to the hint of one last goodbye at the end.
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Oh I love this..iris dusk, especially.
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Good byes are sometimes not so clear as setting sun
Good one Anmol
Much🌺 love
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You did nail it at /an iris dusk shedding silken–haired light/. I’m becoming a crone I fear, for sunsets make me think of the dirt nap
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I love, ‘the milk of this evening has grown rancid.’
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A fascinating collection of images for love gone wrong. Loved it!
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A lovely painting of the sunset, specially: an iris dusk shedding silken-haired light ~ Sunsets are hard to say goodbye too ~
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I like the searching question, “what shall I discern of you in your want?” An evening full of colors coming out from an iris, watching you watching. It is so hard to know the sky, more difficult still, to know a friend or lover departing. So lovely.
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kaykuala
an iris dusk shedding silken-haired light,
hung at the mere hint of one last goodbye.
There is a tendency that goodbyes can made into something to be remembered
Hank
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an evening gone wrong….a goodbye…..gone rancid like sour milk. Whew! That is quite a visceral image!
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