Written for: The Twiglets #288 - sunset in a cup
Into my cupped hands
indigo and rose nestled.
If I could drink
a cup of sunset
it would taste
like rainbow sherbet.
she studies her hands
sprinkled with vibrant colors
as the sun sets
She marvels at every sunrise,
for him, sunsets are where beauty lies.
Morning person is she,
twilight time brings him glee
Afternoons serve as a compromise.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Quite beautiful limerick.
I love the image of indigo and rose nestled in cupped hands. Made me want to go get out the special tea cups and curl up with a good cup of tea.
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I always enjoy and relate to your verses.
The limerick can fit many a good couple; compromise is key 🙂
Thanks so much, Jules. I look forward to yours each week.
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