Forest Sunset
In the forest, wild and lush,
hear the music of the thrush
break the stillness of the brush.
If else disturbs it, make it hush,
for we have fled the world’s mad crush
with all its craziness and rush
that grinds sensation into mush,
distilling it as mindless slush.
The world flares up, the clouds are plush
as we see all its bloodshed flush
into the sunset’s subtle blush.
The Friday SOCS prompt is “blush.”

You were on a rhyming roll
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I succumb to that now and then, Derrick.
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You do
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A lovely poem my friend.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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Cush-ty! G:)
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Great poem!
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Thanks, Laura.
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Beautiful imagery Judy 🩷
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I love the rhyming Judy, even though the blood is in the sunset!
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A better place for it than on Earth, don’t you agree? Thanks for your comment…
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Sunsets may save us from insanity.
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