Sunset
By Jessica Nyhus
As the sun sets colors of every hue stain the skies.
It’s beauty so prominent it fills you with sighs.
Soon you feel like you could soar.
Far, far above the forest floor.
Your arms then reach out towards the setting sun.
Thinking how watching it was so much fun.
You then think, soon the skies will turn pitch black.
So to town, you head back.
Waiting, Oh so, patiently for the next sunset.
I chose this poem because it reminds me of home. I live in a small city and it’s surrounded by water- at every angle. I would always go to the beaches with friends, day or night, hot or cold. The sunset behind my house right over the harbor was gorgeous. It was exactly as she describes it in the poem- “It’s beauty so prominent it fills you with sighs..” I have pictures of sunsets during the summer and the colors are so vibrant and the sillouhettes it creates are breath takingly gorgeous as well. Sometimes nature has such a specific and small way of being gorgeous and yet taking over completely- as it does when the sun sets, it’s everywhere above you. It’s like watching time go by as you just sit there and enjoy it. The colors are so bright and vibrant, then slowly drift to pastel pinks and oranges, then the colors begin to disappear and night takes over- dark and mysterious.
The way she wrote this poem made it very easy to imagine a sunset and allowed me to remember past sunsets that I have loved so much. She wrote it in such a relatable and true to human way that it made it so easy to follow. I absolutely love the line “Soon you feel like you could soar.” as well as the line ” Your arms then reach out towards the setting sun.” It’s true, sunsets envelope people and and allow them to escape. I also loved how she walked the reader through the sunset and to the end where “soon the skies will turn pitch black…”
poetryinacan said,
October 27, 2008 @ 7:25 am
This poem has some good imagery. Also, the feeling of flight isn’t far off from what I feel when I see sunsets. But, what I really love about sunsets is that they are so beautiful that it looks to be fake. How can something so wonderous be real? As far as the ending goes, it is a bummer when night replaces that peaceful glow. However, there will always be another sunrise the next day. That is a very comfroting fact. Man, you are pretty lucky to live on a harbor like that. It must be perfect for reading and digesting poetry.
m1ssyou said,
October 27, 2008 @ 7:26 pm
This is a poem that can bring anyone back to those summer nights you never want to end.
The part about the skies turning black makes me think about those summer days that you hang outside till you can’t see anymore but you know that you’ll all be back the next day. The sunset is a meeting place no matter where you are. I think that this is a simple poem and there is no need for deep philosophical intent because something memorable as a sunset can bring back as many memories as there are rays of light.
secretkeeper11 said,
October 31, 2008 @ 7:45 pm
I’ve always prefered sunsets to sunrises. This poem perfectly captures the essence of a sunset.
poetryprof said,
November 4, 2008 @ 7:18 pm
good comments