Another Please?

[Liar]

A little short on time, I have poetry to review in a neighboring thread.

Then we gathered to watch the sunset, as if it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The fucker went down in the valley. The crowd went "ooh" in adoration. I went home with Trixie the brunette stripper, and did like the sun, went down on her.

How's dat?

#L

 

[Goldie Munro]

A little short on time, I have poetry to review in a neighboring thread.

Then we gathered to watch the sunset, as if it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The fucker went down in the valley. The crowd went "ooh" in adoration. I went home with Trixie the brunette stripper, and did like the sun, went down on her.

How's dat?

#L

 

[Guest]

A little short on time, I have poetry to review in a neighboring thread.

Then we gathered to watch the sunset, as if it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The fucker went down in the valley. The crowd went "ooh" in adoration. I went home with Trixie the brunette stripper, and did like the sun, went down on her.

How's dat?

#L

for that, you owe me a whole story revolving around the sunset, you little shite.. *grin*

 

[audi3231]

beautiful stuff here...

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[lucky-E-leven]

Soft lips grazed my brow, so lightly I questioned whether or not it had happened at all. What will she do next, I wondered. Another kiss, a caress, her head on the blanket beside me perhaps?

No. What happened next was a quietly strangled gasp, followed by the softest of exhalations. I was almost asleep when she'd kissed me, but my curiosity got the best of me and I cracked one eye to survey my girl. Her profile was slack, lips parted in wonder. I watched her pulse throb in her neck for a moment and was about to turn my head to see what had her so enraptured when she slowly, almost cautiously, lowered her mirrored sunglasses to the end of her nose.

There, reflected in the lens, was the horizon. The impossibly straight line of sky against water, interrupted only by the explosion of blinding streaks across the water, a pyramid to the setting sun. The bright, glaring circle provided a sharp contrast to the rigid skyline comprised of infinite shades of blue. A rich, deep orange sphere, edged with the thinnest yellow ring, so symmetrical and inviting that with every inch of it that disappeared, so too did the look of serenity on my girl's face. The same feeling moved in me as the penetrating warmth against my cheek faded, the sun slipping soundlessly behind the horizon to dawn its light and life on the rest of the world.

I watched with an increasing sense of panic that something so beautiful should end, no matter how much I wanted it last. I watched until little more than the top quarter remained before looking up to her eyes. It was that moment that all panic and sorrow fled, that moment that I found the dazzling sunset reflected in her small black pupil, that moment when I realized I had access to something that could move me a hundred times more than the most spectacular sunset.

Secure in the knowledge that I would never again be without a sunset , I watched the last sliver of orange disappear into the now dark waters of the ocean and closed my eyes once more. Pretending to sleep, I heard her sigh softly just before her lips pressed against mine. Her kiss, increasingly urgent, mimicked the feeling I'd had as I watched the sun disappear from view. It was as if she were reaching out to hold onto a feeling that simply could not be created by anything less marvelous than nature itself.

~lucky

 

[Guest]

wicked_-"The massive orb seemed to bleed into the surrounding sky, painting it with blended hues of color."

i love this line. i can see it in my mind's eye.

english lady- "Each one is bright yet subdued like an artist has painted and then spilt water of his creation, smudging it and taking the edge of the bright hue"

huge smiles. seems like we all have a different way of seeing this...i like your perspective!

Lime-"Exhausted, flaxen cornstalks bow before it in supplication to the fiery orb."

one sentence... perfectly described...i can see this too.

Cloudy-"...a cauldron spilling it's magical contents over the sea"

you had better use that in one of your stories. gorgeous.

Lucky- you know how i feel about that. smiling like a fool... wonderful description!

you all did a wonderful job. i expected no less. hoping that more will join in soon.

 

[Edward Teach]

People watching is one of the great pleasures in life for me and one of the greatest places I have ever found for people watching is looking out onto the sandy shore of the Atlantic Ocean from a condo balcony in the Windy Hill section of North Myrtle Beach, SC. Much of what you see, while interesting, is fairly routine, just people doing beach stuff, each in his own way.

One year, for the whole week of the Fourth of July, however, I was fortunate enough to witness something truly beautiful in looks, thought and deed, at sunset every evening. That week the sun set like a huge reddish orange ball, ten times larger than the largest moon you’ve ever seen just to my southwest, casting its colors onto the sand and the ocean, each wave crest glinting with different shades of red, yellow and orange.

At seven o’clock sharp, which because of daylight saving time, was six o’clock sun time, a man dressed in full Black Watch Scottish Uniform, knee stockings, kilt, sash, and tam, would march from the condo two doors down from me out the wooden walk, over the sea oats covered dune, down to the beach then on to the water’s edge. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, he would turn in a military about face and play a song on the bagpipes. Upon completion of his song, he would once again execute an about face, salute to the ocean, about face again and march back to his condo, the orange and red shades of light playing over his green, black and blue uniform.

Each day the audience grew larger, with people coming out onto the decks of their high rise condos and others making their way to the beach to stand and watch. Everyone would applaud his performance but he never gave any hint of acknowledgment. By the end of the week, all the balconies were filled and the applause, whistles and shouts was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the ocean. No one knew the significance of what he was doing and to my knowledge he never told anyone but it was one of the best ways to end a day I have ever experienced.


I don't know how long I took to write this but I know it was longer thatn thirty minutes. I can't write my name in thirty minutes.

Ed

 

[Guest]

People watching is one of the great pleasures in life for me and one of the greatest places I have ever found for people watching is looking out onto the sandy shore of the Atlantic Ocean from a condo balcony in the Windy Hill section of North Myrtle Beach, SC. Much of what you see, while interesting, is fairly routine, just people doing beach stuff, each in his own way.

One year, for the whole week of the Fourth of July, however, I was fortunate enough to witness something truly beautiful in looks, thought and deed, at sunset every evening. That week the sun set like a huge reddish orange ball, ten times larger than the largest moon you’ve ever seen just to my southwest, casting its colors onto the sand and the ocean, each wave crest glinting with different shades of red, yellow and orange.

At seven o’clock sharp, which because of daylight saving time, was six o’clock sun time, a man dressed in full Black Watch Scottish Uniform, knee stockings, kilt, sash, and tam, would march from the condo two doors down from me out the wooden walk, over the sea oats covered dune, down to the beach then on to the water’s edge. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, he would turn in a military about face and play a song on the bagpipes. Upon completion of his song, he would once again execute an about face, salute to the ocean, about face again and march back to his condo, the orange and red shades of light playing over his green, black and blue uniform.

Each day the audience grew larger, with people coming out onto the decks of their high rise condos and others making their way to the beach to stand and watch. Everyone would applaud his performance but he never gave any hint of acknowledgment. By the end of the week, all the balconies were filled and the applause, whistles and shouts was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the ocean. No one knew the significance of what he was doing and to my knowledge he never told anyone but it was one of the best ways to end a day I have ever experienced.


I don't know how long I took to write this but I know it was longer thatn thirty minutes. I can't write my name in thirty minutes.

Ed

*sigh*
i dont know what the scotish traditions are either Ed, but damn i love that.
been to myrtle beach but in the winter when my parents did the snowbird trek down to fla. a bit different then i imagine. beautiful place
when the weather is warm...i like to play the hammered dulcimer on my sisters back porch just before dinnah...a couple cold brews to go along with it and ill play until i start missing notes....so, not all that long *grin* its wonderful feeling to be outside, playing music for nature. yeah... now im wistful.

 

[Edward Teach]

*sigh*
i dont know what the scotish traditions are either Ed, but damn i love that.
been to myrtle beach but in the winter when my parents did the snowbird trek down to fla. a bit different then i imagine. beautiful place
when the weather is warm...i like to play the hammered dulcimer on my sisters back porch just before dinnah...a couple cold brews to go along with it and ill play until i start missing notes....so, not all that long *grin* its wonderful feeling to be outside, playing music for nature. yeah... now im wistful.

Actually, vella, Myrtle is busy year around now and the number two family vacation resort in the US. Valentines Day is, believe it or not, one of the busiest days of the year. With almost 2,000 restuarants you have to make reervations a couple of days ahead and Christmas and New Years are also packed. A trip on New Year's Eve is to go to a strip club, LOL. Maybe this summer you can get Lucky free and ya'll come down.

Ed

 

[Guest]

i could only smile as i watched her from a distance. her body was bathed in the peach and pink glow of the setting sun. she was framed by the canvase of nature, sitting as she was in the tall grass. i could see her tilt her head back, letting her long, curling hair flutter in the wind. she was taking in the glory around her even as i was absorbing the glory that was she, herself.
i swallowed thickly as her hands raked through her hair, her neck rotating around to follow the descent of the orange orb as if she were a sun dial. i could see her inhale deeply, greedily instilling this moment and emblazoning it upon her memory.
such beauty! how very amazing it is to see her so enthralled by all the surrounded her. as the final moments of the setting sun dimmed, she stretched languidly and caught me staring at her.
"come, home." was her simple command
and in her arms...i went home.

 

[tolyk]

*bump*

 

[Guest]

*bump*

ty tolyk... id love to see more people contribute to this thread.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Sorry, I can't do better than the master. I tried, but all that would come to mind was ...

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night long within my arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! In my fashion.


Ah, Dowson.

Shanglan

 

[tolyk]

*big ol' bump*

 

[Belegon]

As the sun dipped to the horizon, he left the car to go stand on the rocks. The waves crashing below created the music to match the spectacle and he wondered how men like Scorsese or Speilberg handled the fact that they could never match ol’ Mom Nature, no matter how good the work by Williams or Horner that played under their scenes.

He watched his footing as he made his way down, fully aware how treacherous the sea spray could make things. It wasn’t so long ago a girlfriend had ended up sitting sideways for a week to avoid the bruise a slip on these cliffs had given. She almost broke up with him over the laughter, even though she herself had joined in after the tears.

As the engorged orange disc touched the ocean he imagined he could hear the hiss fly over the waves, and remembered how he once thought fog was the steam from sunsets flowing in to the land. The sky turned brilliant reds and purples and the clouds glowed. He let out a sigh and wondered where he went wrong.

 

[tolyk]

Incredible Bel, loved the imagery!

 

[mlady_france]

As I watch the sun fade into the landscape, crossing over the peaks of the tree tops, my mind drifts to a place where I am with him. Sitting together, holding each other. Basking in the red and orange glow that seems to hug us in it's warmth, reasuring us that that there is a place, a time when we can be together. But as the warm reds and oranges are consumed by purples and blues, so to is the image of my love. Excaping my grasp leaving nothing but the cold night air, and my hopes that I shall soon be reunited with him, in my dreams...

 

[Guest]

what a lovely thread to wake up to...
thank you tolyk for bumping it.
beautiful beautiful beautiful
Belegon,

As the engorged orange disc touched the ocean he imagined he could hear the hiss fly over the waves, and remembered how he once thought fog was the steam from sunsets flowing in to the land. The sky turned brilliant reds and purples and the clouds glowed. He let out a sigh and wondered where he went wrong.

now i want to know the story behind this loss.

Mlady...

But as the warm reds and oranges are consumed by purples and blues, so to is the image of my love.

this caught my eye. simply lovely.

 

[impressive]

Amazing. I was just thinking of this thread a few days ago -- 'cause I'd not saved my little contribution.

Got it now!

 

[tolyk]

I bumped it in the hopes that all our new posters will give it a shot.

 

[Stella_Omega]

From my earliest memories, the sunset has been my sacrament.

We watch the world turn, when we see the lowering of night. The peaceful, inexorable movement beneath us that assures us that we do belong here, our planet cradles us and, in spite of all we do to her, loves us.

The simple pleasures of a sunset awaken complex emotions in me. The sky never seems so vast, so aloof, so sheltering, as when the rich veil of indigo is spread over her bright face. Awe in the hints of eternity promised by the lingering light- emanating from the Goddess body- the pale, pale greens and yellows are captivating to my artist's eye. Peace and joy in the sweet carmine rose of the fleecy clouds, that shade in opposite the tones of their blue background; so that, at the west where the sky is still pale, the clouds are a deeper carnation, and in the east, where night is showing her kholed eyes, the clouds are palest rose, nearly white, adorning their dark mother.
Or, the outrageous fiery turbulence at the end of a day of storms- battles, burning and smoke, impossible colors that surely portend the doom of the earth. Rape and pillage in the Western skies! I must go, to join in the riot, sing the berserker song. Until the blackness, that descends so abruptly when the cloud cover is that heavy, releases me from that compulsion, and lets me be at peace with who I am once again.

 

[Guest]

The sun slinks behind the charcoal, clawing fingers of the barren Elms. Laying down. Time to rest.

 

[Recidiva]

Staring at the sky will always be one of those moments that is universal. Rarely does anyone have to wonder what you’re thinking as you watch a sunset because it’s so all-encompassing in its beauty that nobody doubts you’re arrested by it. By seeing you look at the sky, they look also and are arrested in turn. Streaks of amber pass across the clouds, holding living birds in its embrace instead of in fossil form. Flushes of coral and lavender catch the edges of the columns and disperse with the turning of the wind and the movement of the sun. Grace and majesty touch us in these moments, our minds held within the constant change of color and space and life, reaching out to us and taking all thought of ourselves, of our lives, of our small patchwork problems, into the paradoxically ever changing and constant tapestry of the sky.

 

[gauchecritic]

As we piled the boxes in the bare, fresh painted room and surveyed the wreckage that was our momentary life, in ran the youngest, tired from play in the new jungle outside the strange house.

"Mam. Mam." He piped with happy excitement, reaching forlornly around her 9 month belly, aching to be lifted. Following all too soon came the lithe swift heels of his elder brother to wreak happy revenge for some childish happenstance.

To avoid a kindling disaster I swept up the hurtling child in a breathless merry-go-round as his brother sought the safety of skirts and we fell into laughter and carpetless, knee-buckling concrete.

Shrouded in happy quiet the youngest broke the scene with a serious face and a hungry question. "When are we going home?"

His mother explained that this was our home now. This is where we would live. And then the inevitable: "Why?"

Instead of words I took both the children out of the door (and saw my wife sink gratefully into the easy chair) led them down the path, past the newly razed hedges, across the road through the streets of modern, now ancient 30 year old houses, past neighbours and strangers, turn the corner, incline the hill ("This will be your new school") across the field ("Look there, can you see? That's where our old house is.") by swings and roundabouts and witches hats and so up the hill to the top of the longest slide they ever saw.

Full thirty minutes later, with only one grazed knee, one knobbed pate and one slide burnt thigh I had them stop and stand here, next to me.

And there, across the valley of the town, with orange tinted windows, up the slag heaps of useless, burnless fossils, dark beside the winding gear limbed with flaming tangerine tines and beyond.

The highest natural vantage in the whole area. To see a sea of flames, witness that ball of coral then peach, then salmon sink slowly beyond our ken.

And, fully cognizant of the poetry and romance into which I was leading them and would remember now even as I remembered it when I was then, we stood united in youth and wonder and I told them. "This is why."

 

[matriarch]

As we piled the boxes in the bare, fresh painted room and surveyed the wreckage that was our momentary life, in ran the youngest, tired from play in the new jungle outside the strange house.

"Mam. Mam." He piped with happy excitement, reaching forlornly around her 9 month belly, aching to be lifted. Following all too soon came the lithe swift heels of his elder brother to wreak happy revenge for some childish happenstance.

To avoid a kindling disaster I swept up the hurtling child in a breathless merry-go-round as his brother sought the safety of skirts and we fell into laughter and carpetless, knee-buckling concrete.

Shrouded in happy quiet the youngest broke the scene with a serious face and a hungry question. "When are we going home?"

His mother explained that this was our home now. This is where we would live. And then the inevitable: "Why?"

Instead of words I took both the children out of the door (and saw my wife sink gratefully into the easy chair) led them down the path, past the newly razed hedges, across the road through the streets of modern, now ancient 30 year old houses, past neighbours and strangers, turn the corner, incline the hill ("This will be your new school") across the field ("Look there, can you see? That's where our old house is.") by swings and roundabouts and witches hats and so up the hill to the top of the longest slide they ever saw.

Full thirty minutes later, with only one grazed knee, one knobbed pate and one slide burnt thigh I had them stop and stand here, next to me.

And there, across the valley of the town, with orange tinted windows, up the slag heaps of useless, burnless fossils, dark beside the winding gear limbed with flaming tangerine tines and beyond.

The highest natural vantage in the whole area. To see a sea of flames, witness that ball of coral then peach, then salmon sink slowly beyond our ken.

And, fully cognizant of the poetry and romance into which I was leading them and would remember now even as I remembered it when I was then, we stood united in youth and wonder and I told them. "This is why."

*sigh*
Thank you.