Dusk II

after last night's setting sun

Eve’s bloom, tequila sun slide

to rustling sheets, sigh 

of thighs, the day’s terminus, 

denouement to tide’s lapping 

erasure of urgency --

comic opera 

of expectancy, life’s load 

being shucked from mind. 

Salt, jigger, and lime.   

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Damn, this is good! That last verse was monumental. What more can I say? Take a bow!

[John the Baptist]

As I read this one, the word '"euphemisms" came to mind. Do "rustling sheets" and "sigh of thighs" mean the kind of heat I think they do? If so, that could explain why that "urgency" got erased, and how "life's load" got shucked from the mind, and possibly certain bodily organs. Or am I just a dirty old man whose thighs haven't sighed enough recently?

[emmajoygreen]

This poem is medicine for the mind and heart: a remedy for what life brings. There's an abundance of calm and colour, the entire mix ready to give - if only the reader stops a while rather than rushing into Life's maelstrom. Or, as you write,

' .. to tide’s lapping - erasure of urgency .. '

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the end of the day that reminds us of all we didn't get accomplished that we felt we needed to.
It kicks us in the senses and says "Hey, will you just stop for a second...enjoy the view...there will be more days"---

[M.E.Lyle]

I love the, "tequila sun slide." I enjoy the ending of a good day. Sit back, relax, and take in all that nature can give you. Bedtime is just as good, sometimes my favorite part of the closing of another day. It's a time to shuck away the burdens of life.
I think I may have seen some of the colors Ken saw too, only, I think they were caused by that, "salt, jigger, and lime." Perhaps a bit too much jigger.

[Ken Simm.]

It may seem a strange thing to say but I can see all the colours of this poem painting.

[Betty Hermelee]

a perfect day, and alluring ending....everything feel light and sparkling...."Rustling sheets, sigh of thighs" sounds very sensual to me, but why not....the night is young and for once not a care in the world...this is what we strive for.....
Excellent
Best, B.

[Lisasview]

Really such a thoughtful poem with feelings of the day.
Full of all the things that we all want and hope for.
Lisa, still in Spain

[DIVYA]

An evening is made of such delicious things, I sigh as I read this, still sitting in the thick of afternoon, in my workplace.

[Androglossia]

Your poem reads like the sky has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist. Very vivid and alluring. Nicely done.