With the waning, the closing of the day
I fight to hold onto the dying light
Watching sun burn quiet into a star
Strength fading from hot white to cold black night
Lost in transformation, my faith is found
In tranquil treasures of a changing sky
Gradients radiance burst hopes aglow
Rusted, reborn, recast, regenerates
Bleeding royally red, burnt orange to black
Apollo’s chariot splashes heaven
Upon the sea, purples drip by degrees
Tangerines mixing with love in the mist
Marriage a hungry metamorphosis
An end closes and a new life begins.

∞

Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.

In this case, I chose “Ulysses” by Tennyson … and my word from this dramatic monologue, is “Sunset,” an image and word which is central to the poem. My brainstorming work is included below….