The Sun Blooms, in flight entertainment poem by Stephen
The sun blooms as it sets
The soft playful white puffs
Clouds that appear in constant
Transformation to the busting
Child, into lava. Rising up rolling
Into night, we will soon
Float above black beaches…Sand we’d fall through quick-
Like. Alas, it all transpires
In a blink. Soon we, gone like
Dust that falls to those below
As snow for daydreamers,
Will become our own beach.Weathered and worn like rocks
Into sand only imagined children
Will bucket, pile and drip into castles
That will give fathers a smile, proud
As they should be as suns set.

Another travel day yesterday, will toss a late throwback poem your way later today!
Fullbeard Lit 
30 Responses to “The Sun Blooms, in flight entertainment poem by Stephen”
Evocative piece, Stephen! I love the cycle of the imagery…the sun “blooms” (birth)…we become the sands(death). Then, you complete the cycle with playing children (new/young life). Beautiful.
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🤓🙏🙏🙏🤓 thank you Tanya 🤓🙏🙏🙏🤓
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I love how you unpacked Stephen’s poem, Tanya. Well done!
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I think she understood it more than me Paul 🤣
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Honestly, there is as much art and insight in good criticism as there is in a poem itself. And both good poetry and good poetry criticism can enrich our appreciation of things. My hat’s off to both you and Tanya.
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Truth
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You know Paul, I think you are really hitting a nail on the head. One thing I have been thinking about introducing either at Go Dog or hosting at my own site would be a legitimate Poetry Writing Workshop where a smaller group cobbled together from the inter webs poetry world meet once a month and offer comment and critique of one another’s worn. Might you be enticed by something like this?
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Thank you, Paul! It was a fun piece to unpack! 😊
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Agreed. It was fun to read your comment and have it unpacked so I could say. Ahhhh! I get it now! 😆
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Well, you are the one who packed the piece in the first place, so I am pretty sure you didn’t need me to unpack it. But, I do enjoy unpacking things…so, happy to help out anytime.
😂😂😂
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Muchos Thankias
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That’s an exciting idea, Stephen. I think my long term interest in such a group would largely depend on its “culture”, chemistry, or dynamic. Not sure what the right word is there. I would be looking for honest, but constructive feedback.
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I agree, and that is the real key of a good workshop. I just joined a local one and that very feeling was my hesitation going there for the first time. What I found was exactly the right chemistry of honesty and constructive and kindness.
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Lovely poem! I had a similar amazing sunrise on my flight in to Seattle!
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🤓🙏🙏🙏🤓 it really was remarkable, like clouds turning into lava
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Yes! I took a picture too but it really doesn’t matches what my eyes were looking at. That is only to be observed, cannot be recorded!
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Throwbacks are perfect revisits
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What a wonderful opening line…”The sun blooms as it sets”
Lovely poem.
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😊 thank you so much ☺️
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My pleasure. 😊
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yes that is a beautiful phrase
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Your poem infuses a simple sunset with profound meaning, Stephen. It’ll be hard for me to look at one for awhile now without thinking of your poem.
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This is a rich reward for me Paul, thank you.
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An inviting poem, Stephen, where one can exist through daydreams as if they are real. The cycle of life from beginning to end so beautifully expressed.
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Thank you so much Eugi for these comments. I love how this poem is connecting with people.
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My pleasure, Stephen!
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🤓🙏🙏🙏🤓
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“…. only imagined children will bucket…” ohhhhhh that’s given me some chills but in the special way of great verse. Sigh. Why do people write such insanely poignant things…. this ll wake the sleepy in me when I think of the response one have to life itself, the value of the present. Thankyou for a brilliant share.
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Thank you for these wonderful words! I think to write insanely poignant things one must have a bit of the crazy in the membrane. But mostly I am grateful that this has conveyed so well then importance of presence and the cycles of life. Thank you.
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Ah yes! A fabulous bit of crazy, without it, all of this would be hardly poignant. So glad I saw your work. Thank you🌻
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