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Sunset Hunting for Two
Her sky aflame, chasing sunsets
Horizon frets
We try to grasp
Her song’s last rasp
Her blush remains, shadows unfurl
Cirrus spit curl
Red dusk’s deplore
Billows ashore
Her heart exclaims, pulsing twilight
Sky night’s calcite
She blends me in
Obsidian
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Written for dVerse’s MTB–The Minute Poem, hosted by Frank Hubeny. Go read about it because this form is freaking bonkers! The moment I read about it, I knew I had to give it a go.
While you’re there, check out other poets’ take on this tight, tight form!
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
I think you have the minute form done perfectly. I liked “obsidian” in the last line. There’s a Mister Linky at https://dversepoets.com/2017/07/20/mtb-the-minute-poem/ Put this post’s URL in with your name and others will more easily find your poem. Thanks for taking up the challenge!
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I see the link there now!
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Thanks Frank. This form was both challenging and fun.
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Fantastic!
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Aw shucks! Thanks!
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There are some great lines in there. I loved the pulsing twilight, and the cirrus spit curl. That sunset has a personality. Ending on ‘obsidian’ is brilliant and bold.
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Thank you, Sarah.
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Perfect song selection too!
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Thanks trE. That was my JAM!
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Mine too! Lol. You’re most welcome!
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Obsidian did it for me too. Lovely visuals.
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Thank you.
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I love the final four syllables in a single word. Classy!
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Thanks!
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I specially love:
Cirrus spit curl
and:
Her heart exclaims, pulsing twilight
Sky night’s calcite
I like your spin on the form ~
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Thank you, Grace. 🙂
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Colorful description, you have given voice to the end of day
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Well done on the prompt. I’ve been thinking about this minute poem, but I guess the magic doesn’t actually happen until the pen goes to paper. You rocked it all, imagery to rhythm.
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