The sky splits
carves crimson
chisels gold
lugs its heavy, sacred hues
now hewn,
to harvest
this felled horizon.




Written for a great prompt over at dVerse.
(The occupation I chose to verb-vandalize was lumberjack.)

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9 Responses to Sunrise

  1. lenwilliamscarver says:

    and that you did ~~perfectly, as usual great write! ;>))

  2. Mama Zen says:

    Really beautiful!

  3. claudia says:

    very, very cool…chisels gold…hewn to harvest…felled horizon…what a creative sunset capture!! loved it!

  4. claudia says:

    ..and i meant sunrise of course..ha

  5. ManicDdaily says:

    This is wonderful. So clever. Your choice of verbs and topic terrific. K.

  6. Shawna says:

    Love this: “felled horizon”

    And this: “verb-vandalize”

  7. brian miller says:

    wow there is a nice intesity to that sunrise you built in just a few lines…or course after seeing lumber jack was the choice i was wondering where the flannel shirt went…haha…nice play on the prompt….

  8. Nice job with this prompt, perfect pairing of verbs with topic! Copy/paste entire poem HERE:

    Beautiful writing!

  9. Sarav says:

    I love how you lumbered to a great finish! 😉 Very nice!

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