“sunset in a cup”

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.


About purplepeninportland

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.
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8 Responses to “sunset in a cup”

  1. Misky says:

    Quite beautiful limerick.



  2. sgeoil says:

    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.


  3. Jules says:

    I always enjoy and relate to your verses.
    The limerick can fit many a good couple; compromise is key 🙂


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