Bringing a blush, roses tossed to the lips of cumulus clouds,
The sun sets soft as December swells splashing against my balance.
Length of graphite in my hand, points my arm Atlantic.
Pelicans ply the wake of Dolphins leaping home.
Gulls scraping surface slicks for scraps,
Glide beneath a misted orb materializing above the horizon,
Silhouetting their silk smooth outlines against its brightening shine.
Seeking his place in the universe, another fisherman wades past,
Distorting a perfect proportion between life and limitation.
With my back to the breath of God, I nod.
Burdened by desire, he needs to wade deeper.
Buoyant in this moment’s grace, I am weightless,
A reflection of moonlight rising toward a sea of stainless stars.
Poetry and Photography by SS Matthews
Zen and Xel Sha 
flying high..
Wonderful! “with my back to the breadth of God” such a beautiful line.
Thank you Lisa, glad you liked it.
with my back to the breath e of god…what a cool line that is scott…the contrast between your weightlessness and his burden as well…very cool
These lines stood out for me as well. The scene is dense with imagery and description. I wonder if paring back a bit would give the piece more space to breathe. Just a thought.
Thanks for the thought, LaTonya, I’ll look that over.
Thanks Brian, nothing like a little fishing to give you a fresh perspective.
Beautifully penned, filled with wonderful images. Pelicans, dolphins, gulls — who could ever wish for more?
there are days when the beauty of the natural world is staggering, and then there are days when it stuns!
Beautiful painting of the morning’s beauty ~ Last stanza just lifts me ” I am weightless” ~
Yes we are! Thanks Grace.
between life and limitation…great line….actually the whole damn thing was awesome.
Good to hear from you Grizz. Glad you stopped by and yeah, the memory was even more so!
Wonderful! I especially love “with my back to the breath of God” and that amazing closing line. Great write!
Thanks Sherry for dropping in and commenting. Yes there are times when that’s exactly how it feels!
Distorting a perfect proportion between life and limitation
Very wise words, Matthews! Life certainly has limitations!
Hank
It is so Hank, but thankfully our minds are not always bound by those limits!
Beautiful imagery. I like the way everything becomes all the more perfect, even after the other fisherman ‘distorts’ the scene.
Thank you Rosemary. It is good to have an outlook that sometimes encompasses intrusions and offers them as gifts!
it’s one of those ahhh moments that you have portrayed so well
when all is well with the world and nature is the exclamation point
indeed it is so my friend. In such moments we see much more clearly the value in reducing our arrogance!
Sunset so beautifully painted – a blush and roses tossed to the lips of clouds. Wonderful imagery all through the poem.