Chasing the Sunrise
I chased a sunrise this morning
I almost caught it
on film
but
the reds
went pink
and the oranges lost their glow
before I could click the button and I’ll
have to just remember it
my eyes a truer lens
my memory a faster shutter
my heart a more vivid palette for the
sunrise I chased this morning.
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Linda Studley 
Lovely 🙂 It reminds me of the fact that I literally chased a rainbow once. I looked out of our window and saw this perfect arc of a rainbow, which finished in the field opposite our house, I could see the very spot on the ground! I dashed out to find that elusive pot of gold that I felt must be waiting there, but though I kept walking the rainbow’s end never got any closer. Finally, I found myself at the end of the field with the rainbow still ahead of me but disappearing behind some houses beyond! I even took my video camera with me to film the epic event and I still watch it ruefully. Perhaps that rainbow is a metaphor for a lot of things that we seek in life. Your poem very much put me in mind of that experience, but that’s exactly what poetry, like music, *should* do – evoke memories and emotions. (Sorry to ramble on!)
Never apologise, Tony. I thoroughly enjoyed your story and I greatly appreciate that my poetry can evoke such amazing memories. 🙂