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What a Sunset Can Do
by Glenn CurrierThe setting sun with its orange brilliance
carries me beyond these confines
to an unbeleaguered space
where wings lift me
and angels swiftly
whisper the truth
and the real
is revealed
absent of
any stain
or strain
or me. 12/07/2017 Author's Note: One morning I knew I wanted to write a poem, but I had no idea about a theme, topic, content, or anything. Then a word came into my mind: "setting." And I just started writing, visualizing a setting sun. As I wrote I noticed that each succeeding line was shorter than the previous line and I decided to make that a feature of this poem. That "constraint" forced me to get smaller and smaller until the last line "me" is the smallest line.
Posted on 12/07/2017
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/10/17 at 03:02 PM Nicely done, Glenn. Sound heavenly. As to the construction, many of my poems are constructed with an idea...word, and through patient meditation, the rest slowly comes along. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/10/17 at 09:33 PM Glenn, I love the whole idea of this poem, the notion that ( I ) can be transported to such a place, whatever that place may be without the gravity and the thought and the constraint of the actual ( I - me ) which in some cases is much to be desired. |
| Posted by John Herzog on 12/19/17 at 07:16 PM What a dream. Thank you for taking me to that stainless strainless place with you. Right into my favorites. |
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