Red Sun Reflecting
by Ralph Earle
Images on my living room wall,
village, harbor, innocent angel,
their protective glass reflects
the morning resurrection
spreading like fire.
My familiar world vanishes
in the sustaining flames,
the horizon a molten river.
In my living room,
images and speculation.
Out there, red songbirds
and the seeds they long for.
Comment: The poem “reflects” the contrast between the familiar world inside my living room and the unlimited outdoors where anything can happen. The pictures on the wall suggest images that shape my interior life. As the sun rises they are swept away by flames from the world beyond. Perhaps the flame-colored birds feed a longing for that vision to return. What seeds will provide nourishment now?
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