Deep crimson brick porch
Frames rising sun
Bright rosy clouds
Soft rolling billows
Blue-black sky
Creator's garment
Author notes
This poem is inspired by a picture I took right before breakfast one morning, at my first college, from the east porch of the dining hall.
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I love the sense of awe in this. The descriptions are great - however I feel like they could flow more smoothly if you tweaked it a little. Right now it's kind of got the texture of a haiku, which isn't my favorite, but maybe that was supposed to be part of the poem.


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Thanks! "Texture of a haiku"--I'll take it! Really, I try to let the style fit the subject. Wasn't trying for a haiku, exactly, but it seems to work.
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Gorgeous! Awesome metaphor. :-)
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Yes, I can see it!
"Creator's garment" is a memorable line. I will think of that next time I view a sunrise or sunset!



