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The divine overture of sunrise
Beneath Lucifer, orange glow
Getting more intense before my eyes
and I feel today's hope grow.
But sun is not coming up yet
teasing me with her light
And the green hidden catches my eye
When, finally, will end the night?
Music's building, pomping up loud
The orchestra really touches the hearts of the crowd.
French Horns, Violins, myriads of these!
For those who hear it, solist sun brings ease.
Fat fiery beauty's red spotlight is there
Can't wait any longer, tension's palpable in the air.
Divine overture of sunrise
Is collapsing when it luminates my face.
And with this golden shine I survive another day,
I know by my gaze.
Beneath Lucifer, orange glow
Getting more intense before my eyes
and I feel today's hope grow.
But sun is not coming up yet
teasing me with her light
And the green hidden catches my eye
When, finally, will end the night?
Music's building, pomping up loud
The orchestra really touches the hearts of the crowd.
French Horns, Violins, myriads of these!
For those who hear it, solist sun brings ease.
Fat fiery beauty's red spotlight is there
Can't wait any longer, tension's palpable in the air.
Divine overture of sunrise
Is collapsing when it luminates my face.
And with this golden shine I survive another day,
I know by my gaze.
I have to be quick: Sun rises any moment now.
Here's a little poem I was inspired to write on our trip to rome last year in august. Since we got there by car (meaning we started in Germany, drove all the way through Austria and then went halfway down the boot (Rome is around the knee area)) we had to start really early. So early in fact, that we were already past Munich and saw the Alps coming when to our left THE SUN CAME UP. The landscape right before the Alps is really flat, so before you can actually see the dark orange orb you can stare right into because it is filtered dark enough by the atmosphere, the light from right around horizon's corner can spread beautifully from east to west, illuminating the air in a divine overture for the sun, which then represents the old-fashioned bass-drop/the musical explosion of the orchestra.
So, when the sun threw its first pale rays of light from behind earth it inspired me to write this.
Here's a little poem I was inspired to write on our trip to rome last year in august. Since we got there by car (meaning we started in Germany, drove all the way through Austria and then went halfway down the boot (Rome is around the knee area)) we had to start really early. So early in fact, that we were already past Munich and saw the Alps coming when to our left THE SUN CAME UP. The landscape right before the Alps is really flat, so before you can actually see the dark orange orb you can stare right into because it is filtered dark enough by the atmosphere, the light from right around horizon's corner can spread beautifully from east to west, illuminating the air in a divine overture for the sun, which then represents the old-fashioned bass-drop/the musical explosion of the orchestra.
So, when the sun threw its first pale rays of light from behind earth it inspired me to write this.
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I personally found this poem to be okay, really. I think that the structure of the poem and the presentation of the feelings and overwhelming sensation which was felt by the narrator in the course of this poem was used to illustrate the grand magnificence of the city itself, but I didn't feel anything from it. It just felt like pretty words from a traveller, who may have really enjoyed the trip to Rome and found it was a nice vacation and something worth remembering.
Instead, what I found more inspiring and more involving was your description of how you actually reached Rome itself. And that is important to mention here: I want to know the route you took from Germany, and which city did you start from. Then the description that you have given of the sun and the sunrise as you have described it, caught my eye and even made me imagine what you had seen.
I say the poem is okay, but the description made me appreciate Rome more.
Instead, what I found more inspiring and more involving was your description of how you actually reached Rome itself. And that is important to mention here: I want to know the route you took from Germany, and which city did you start from. Then the description that you have given of the sun and the sunrise as you have described it, caught my eye and even made me imagine what you had seen.
I say the poem is okay, but the description made me appreciate Rome more.