Unnatural dread jolted
down Hank’s spine as the ground beneath his feet quaked with reverence for the
colossal being who had inexplicably materialized before him. Its vast eyes flared
with the light of an ancient sun and, as Hank tearfully met its harsh glare, he
recognized the fury of a wrathful god.
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Showing posts with label Sun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sun. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #27
The
sinking tangerine sun created ripples of scarlet, fuchsia, and pink across the
fading sky as it disappeared below the western horizon. As the festival of celestial
colors sparkled in her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel… underwhelmed.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Icarus
Icarus
I
Beheld
A
goddess;
An
impassioned
Starlit
dreamer with
Wonder
in her smile
And
doe-eyes shining sadly
As
she stood upon trembling legs,
Heaving
the world upon her shoulders.
I
longed to help carry her weight
But
she was the burning sun,
And
drawing swiftly near,
I
courted my doom
On
failed wings, with
Nowhere
to
Go
but
Down.
Monday, April 16, 2012
A Miracle of Nature
A Miracle of Nature
By Brandon Palzkill
A simple stream, alive with dreams
Of growing big and strong
Will gradually, a river, be
With booming, roaring song.
A tiny seed, beneath the weeds
May fight its leafy shrouds
‘til it does rise, up to the skies
A tree, amongst the clouds.
A sunny day might fade away
Behind the coming rain,
But storms dissolve above us all
And light returns again.
But sun and seed and stream will lead
To nature’s rainbow hues
Come summertime, the days will shine
In yellows, greens, and blues.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Childhood
Childhood
By Brandon Palzkill
Lazy
Hazy
Fizzy
Dizzy
Loafing ‘neath a lazy, hazy sun
Making me some fizzy, dizzy fun
Monday, August 22, 2011
The Tree and the Sun
The Tree and the Sun
By Brandon Palzkill
A tree stands in a grove,
lonely; longing.
A gently blowing breeze
caresses her weathered bark,
sending shivers down
her soft, willowy spine;
making her dance, hypnotically.
The shivering tree
casts her brittle autumn leaves
upon the verdant bed, below,
and stands naked in the field,
reaching for the sun
for consummation; for warmth;
for winter’s just around the corner.
Two lovers, parted by time;
destined to be together again.
Reunited by the revitalizing spring,
the sun will bathe the tree
in his replenishing rays,
while she dances to the breeze,
in her new emerald dress.
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