Red Sky at Morning

Tommy Stone Sunrise Peeping

Tommy Stone Sunrise Peeping

like the blood of our veins
black as night till set free
turning red when exposed to the air
like the darkest thoughts lie hidden
in shadow then chased from our minds
as the dark is chased from the sky
by the cleansing light
laying us open to the world
we, like every living thing
reach for the warmth
that creeps across the dawn
waiting just at the edge
for our turn to shine


photo credit Tommy Stone


4 thoughts on “Red Sky at Morning

  1. anno

    It was surprising how you introduced those appealing images of darkness cleansed by light and living things reaching for warmth with the vision of blood set free when exposed to air. And how does that occur? A wound, or worse, at least. Creates a mystery, one echoed in the gorgeous picture you included: this is not an entirely safe poem, but it is a very interesting one.

    1. Dee Post author

      Anno – I like the idea of writing a poem that is “not entirely safe” as I am generally such a coward. Thank you!

  2. Jae Rose

    Blood does indeed shine when let sun rising..instead of rust brewing..although in your hands red and shining and sun is nothing but hopeful ..

  3. Old Egg

    It may not be safe certainly when danger lurks in the dark but the glimmer of light is a glimmer of hope that we will survive another day.

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