#sunset memories

[dg-fragments]

For the larger part of my life so far, I have lived through many sunsets, without you,

some have been beautiful, making me reminisce, some nostalgic too,

and yet, I find myself hoping, wanting, needing, many more sunsets, but with you,

for now, that these lives are intertwined, I'd always want to be colored in your hue.

The sunset memories of a distant past mean nothing whatsoever in the present,

there was tenderness in those moments, yes, however, you, were absent,

and while in many of those yesterdays, I may perhaps, have been a crescent,

what matters now is how we hold our oaths, turning our bland lives pleasant.

- DG (Sunset memories)

[pangarina-angelin-a]

poem and photo by pangarina-angelin-a

It was a hot summer evening when this photo was taken and I remember the moment in the wind, it made the piece of material glow in the sundown. Thank you PWS ~ Margaret ~ for the reblog, it means a lot to me🌸🌿

@photosworthseeing

[becomingpoet]

it’s not all bad

the way our memories

blaze and melt one day

into the next, how blood orange

and stinging tangerine give way to

burning pink and violet.

the sun dips and disappears under

the shadowed horizon,

but I know the memory is not lost:

one day it will rise again,

blazing like a sunset

(as memories do)

[jonaswpoetry]

Oft I struggle

Other masters demand of me

an unwavering sight, yet oft I

struggle in focussing beyond

—

bare moments upon tasks set

at their whims, and even if my

intentions stand firm, resolve

—

drops deep below the horizon

like a head beneath blankets

screaming for light to return

[karmaalwayswins]

@writerscreed prompt 228: sunset memories

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I have never gotten used to the purple sun and the orange sky here.

Debra and I are walking back from the fields. She stops me to grab a kind-of-like-an-apple fruit from the side pocket of my flight suit. When she bites into it, some juice drops onto the “Figment of Your Imagination” phrase written on her t-shirt. She scowls briefly, then takes another bite. 

The sun continues to disappear as evening approaches. The colors remind me of a children’s cartoon. 

In the distance, a red-bearded giant is lounging in the lake. A pair of nuns stand on shore and stare in what looks like disapproval. 

“I wish they could get along,” Debra says. 

The sun dips below the horizon. The sky shifts to a chocolate brown color. Stars appear. 

We spread out a blanket in front of my shelter and lay down. You can still see Ursa Major here, as well as the constellation the locals call “Jack’s Toe”. 

The giant begins to sing “The Tale of the Morning Tree”. He has a pleasant voice. The nuns walk away. 

On the blanket, Debra nudges me. She asks in a distorted voice, “Xes ssik nocaB?”

“KO,” I answer. 

[cruxymox]

i remember ( in my head anyway, not yours

maybe not yours ) i remember when

Atum came for the last time, when he pulled

out his sword & took it to the sky. ( we changed

lines, this is not about that, we

changed then ) & so i remember when

Atum tore it all open for the last time

that fire over a deep blue ocean

( above us, spilled

) from the sword-touched wound,

they fell into me ( in my head ) & the

clouds were fire-soaked gauze, my

blood was fire, the fire was soon out

for the last time. they’re still in me

( you know this from how they dance &

show off, pulling at their wings ) but

this is not about that fire

we lay back in the dark grass ( how it could

have rained that day! ) we held quiet hands

we looked up & lost ourselves

in the sky, we lost ourselves in

the splitting, in the fire, & we could have

lost ourselves in strange gods if

we truly believed

( i thought i did, maybe.

in your head i couldn’t guess )

Atum kept searching for his children &

would we believe after this

that there was anything greater

( all the days gone out ) than ourselves?

i remember when.

[doktor-disko]

sunset memories, or: the story of everyone else

Liquid crystals and speakers,

blasting out

all those sunset memories,

everyone else

appears

to have made.

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Doktor Disko (2021-01-26)

[allthesmallthingshere]

Sunset Memories

It pains me to know I'll never get a sunset memory with you, to never see the sun glisten against your skin, never see the glow in your eyes, to never kiss those lips underneath the setting sun as the wind rush past us. I'll never have that memory because we never got there, and I think maybe its good we never got there because if we did, every sunset after, would kill me. But the thing with humans are, things we don't get to experience becomes an obsession of what if's, and the cravings for that memory pains us just as much as it would if we did live through it and had to live after things ended.

-sillyjenny