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Details | Free verse | |

When the Sun Sets on Me


I wonder where I will be 
when the sun sets on me…
for if I were a flake of snow,
a dying breeze, or autumn leaf...
then I’d know.
I am but a blink of a father’s eye
desperate for answers to my words and rhymes
waiting for another world or God to intercede, 
in what may come or ever may be.

I wonder where I will be 
when the moon rises over me...
for if I were shadows in a cave,
a cricket, star, or ocean wave...
then I'd know.
I am but a drop of rain on a summer night
vaporizing where I fall and touch,
waiting for clouds and sky to again define me;
not knowing who I ever was or aimed to be.

If I am clay in my Maker’s hands…pliable, yielding, 
I wonder where my own will comes to end
and where His fingers start forming me
into the masterpiece He desires me to be.
All the answers dancing gracefully,
from omnipotence and my need to be free…

I wonder where I’ll be, when I start to 
speak, live, breathe, dance….fearlessly.
If I were air and sea, with all of Heaven shining on me,
then, I’d know…    


Details | Free verse | |

Dreaming for Reality

The wind serenaded me today,
telling me of her tales
but I refused to listen,
intent on dreaming was I...

The sun visited me today,
basking me in his warmth
but I gave him the cold shoulder,
intent on dreaming was I...

The trees danced for me today,
twirling their leaves in unison
but I swept them away,
intent on dreaming was I...

twilight welcomed the night

and yet I still dreamed...

of a world 
where children played freely,
under the sun and skies,
amidst trees

how I longed for that world,
but I was too stubborn to live in it...

intent on dreaming was I...




**words and actions must go hand in hand**

December 31, 2009--hmm one of my last poems of the year! Written for Constance's contest
:) happy 2010 everyone!


Details | Free verse | |

Lessons Learned from Trees

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

                                                             ~A Rambling Poet~



A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like 
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.

The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
seemingly commiserating
with me

I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
--cutting, rough--
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
a reminder
that not everything 
is sunlight and blooms

I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
just sighing

For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
thoughts eroding
to nothingness

...until I open my eyes
to Wonderment

The trees above me 
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
breaking through,
shimmering, dappling
my cold being

Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits 
surrounding me

These trees 
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for 
that light,
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
of heaven...
of capturing 
its light,
using it,
feeding off from it,
in order to 
give back to others

some of them stumble
yet most of them
succeed

I am humbled.
I am awed.

Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
temporary darkness
from the light,
I look up again
and realize
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...

little sparks
that set off
a chain reaction
of life




--June 11-12 (2011)


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MOBILITY OF THE SUN

My Lord, you are the Poet,
Who notes me with thy strong hands.
I can only aspire to know it 
And extend thy word to all known lands.

You have set in me for the sun
A tabernacle for his regal throne,
From which he arises for his daily run
Throughout heaven's every zone.

Each morn I await his excellent ascent.
Onward with his golden lamp of God,
He begins at one end of the firmament
And runs on with the light of Aaron's rod.


Details | Free verse | |

I Once Loved the Sun

In those younger years
I made a friend of the sun
And allowed her to bathe me
In brown creamy skin

In those younger years
I ran across a beach
And played with the sun
Let her sprinkle freckles
Upon my healthy golden cheeks

In those younger years
I had my way 
With the sun
Took her in so many 
Different positions
Under the burn of her sultry touch

In those younger years
I  traveled to exotic climes
Just to enter my sunshine heaven
And soak up her glow

But the cave I now inhabit
Shuts out all the warming rays
The cave in which I hide
Repels all her sunny ways

The cave I made from earth and  
Resignation
Never lets her kiss within
The cave I excavated
Collapses upon my daily sins

In those younger years

I once loved the sun


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As I Look At The Sky


(Hourglass poem) 


I look at the sky and see clouds 
Blush and cover sun as they flood 
And light grows small as they go by 
I watch them as they cross the sky 

I see clouds change into weird shapes 
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape 
But there are times when it turns gray 
And that's when the sun fades away 

Looking at the sky is quite nice 
I'd love to watch it more than twice 
As they glow in the night so bright 
And count stars in the sky at night 

And count stars in the sky at night 
As they glow in the night so bright 
I'd love to watch it more than twice 
Looking at the sky is quite nice 

And that's when the sun fades away 
But there are times when it turns gray 
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape 
I see clouds change into weird shapes 

I watch them as they cross the sky 
And light grows small as they go by 
Blush and cover sun as they flood 
I look at the sky and see clouds! 


:-) 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


August 25,2009 



Details | Epigram | |

SUN of KNOWLEDGE




The sun of

Knowledge never sets,

It's only the clouds of 

Ignorance

That hides him from

Sight!




©Demetrios Trifiatis
6 January 2013 


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Poetic Revalation

            It sometimes bogles the mind,these things we 
   somtime write.
           When we get a moment alone to smoke a fine cigar,
    with the serenity of a moon-lit night.
            Times when the imagination take us to far off and 
    different places.
            Where beauty is abundant and the fragrances of
    nature fills empty spaces.
            Wiiithout the noise of traffic from restless children to
   say the least.
             Just the sweet sounds of serenity mixed with solitude and a
    slice of peace.
             No telephones can be heard and not a door bell will ring.
     Even the birds are asleep so you can't hear them sing.
             Just the strenght of the wind to bring a cool breeze.
    As it pushes through and creates a harmony with leaves.
            With a million pounds of diamonds and the worlds' largest  pearl 
    to provide the light.
           As with the elegance of angels streaks of ink begin to take flight.
    As I kick up my feet and begin to write.
           About thoughts of all things done in yesterdays' life.
  Things like the happiness of children and the mythical nature of a beautiful wife.
           Just when a puff of blue smoke fills the air.
     To help keep focuse and the inner-poet very much aware.
           Where Pablo Picasso and Vincent VanGough unite to reign
    as king.
           Where thoughts of a better life give life meaning.
      Where the kindness of love or the harmonic symphony of a kiss.
Compare to the ectasty of a womens' touch,when met in tenderness.
      Yet when we're alone,that we can't get becomes that in which we miss.
     Like the way her eyes sparkle as she begins to smile.
  Her superior grace and exquisist style.
       As light begins to fade,it's the end of night and the sun returns from it's 
  hiding place.
I stand in awe ,as the sun rises and creates a Reimbrant of her face.
        Then with a roar from the family beast.
     The silence will be broken and bring a end to peace.
From the heart of armantic and thesoul of a poet. 
      Locked away inside and I didn't even know it.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.


Details | Free verse | |

The Man in the Field

Everyday he was there.
 
On his knees, standing, or kneeling
Gazing into the sun and the colors

He watched the road, the hay, 
the horizon, and sometimes even me.

His eyes followed my bucket and me.

I felt, not uncomfortable, but 
as if a passive madness were there
in that field, watching, always watching.

Once I stopped to say, "Hello."

He ignored me, standing erect,
absorbing the sun,
and gazing at the golden hay.

He was never in the same place.

Sometimes, he was near the road.
So close, I thought I could hear his breath,
his very thoughts as I passed,
thoughts I would never repeat.

The sound of the water sloshing
in my pail and his mind in rhythm.

Yesterday, he was lying in the middle of the field,
staring upward into the sun.

Motionless and still…

Today he was gone.

His absence left the field seemingly empty.
Yet… the haystacks and the scattered straw,
the sky, the sun itself

Brighter…Alive

Author notes:
Inspired by “Haystacks in Province,” by Vincent Van Gogh 



Details | Free verse | |

Contingency Of New Day

Dawn a new day is breaking
Open my eyes to the beauty
As the Roosters, Cardinals, and Doves eyes open
Tiny crescent moon relishing in its appearing

Birds sweep across the pale-blue morning sky
To the beat of coo-coo-coo
As the Doves communicate to their love

Striated clouds greet the sun
Sun takes the gray away so there is apricot on the horizon
Gold to decorate the way
Clean slate_new dawn great start for this unique day

Fresh air refreshes lungs
Adds glow to all creatures
Gives life as sun clears the stale dark
Opens doors to opportunities for renewal_forgiveness

The sun rises golden
As if it is the gold of royalty
Without its daily visit all of earth would decease
Become an entirely different sphere

What contingency does the dawn of new day bring to you
Open your eyes to the venture


Contest:Sunrise~~Versus~~Sunset
Sponsor: HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Written by:Sara Kendrick


Details | Haiku | |

Awaiting The Sun

beyond distant hills
where the lake meets with the sky
I wait all alone

for Raul's Contest


Details | Epitaph | |

MY UNIQUE LINE : JSL -------A Day Of Ones In The Sun---

Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"


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A Place In The Sun

A day in the springtime, so balmy and sunny,
A few precious moments with nothing to do
Found me on my lawn, in the sunrays of honey
Which poured from the heavens of delicate blue.

I thought as I sat there of One who is brighter,
Whose rays thrill my heart on the cloudiest day;
And when it is sad, it can only grow lighter
When He fills it up with His love while I pray.

No heart is too hard, neither lost in a darkness
Too deep for the light of the heavenly Sun;
With warm, gentle hands He removes every hardness,
And darkness retreats from the face of God's Son.

I thought as I sat there of how I once drifted
For lack of a compass on waves of the sea;
But now I've a book, and my wandering has shifted
To one single course, where my life is to be.

The skies were once dark as the night without moonlight,
And day on the wings of black stormclouds would run;
But now even night is like shade of the noonlight-
God gave me in mercy a place in the sun.

His goodness and mercy are with me forever,
E'en when thro' the valley of shadows I go;
He comforts my tears, sees my smallest endeavor:
His truth is the one thing forever I'll know.


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Rain

I love to feel the
wind on my face;
Bask in the warmth
of the sun’s embrace.
As light misty rain
touches my skin
In divine delight 
I go within. . .
The wind becomes 
an internal force.
The sun enters my heart
on its course,
But rain endeavors
to keep me whole
And helps to sustain
my very soul.

© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong

This poem was written to be metaphoric with the 
wind representing internal conflict, the sun having a 
calming effect and the rain quenching spiritual thirst. 
I am sure no one will get it, so I thought I would explain.

I have had recent eye surgery so my time on the computer is limited.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Spanish Sun

Saffron light dipped and angled down 
the stairwell of an abandoned train station 
in such a way that one might think 
God put Picasso in charge of painting 
the sun-baked afternoon. 
The amber hue on earth 
was a sharp contrast 
to his Blue Period sky. 


Details | Narrative | |

Driving into the Light

I awoke in darkness then drove toward the light.
The stars and moon simply vanish from sight.
The sun starts to creep up to usher in today,
I see so much, I don’t know what to say.

Life does return with the passage of the sun.
The stillness of night, cloaking moments to come.
I hear birds singing as I look to the sky.
Their song set me free and I dream I can fly.

I return to places that I have been before,
Remember a time when I was so sure.
Things have changed though they look the same,
Like a different picture hanging in the same frame.

The sun does fade, obscured by the clouds,
My faith and hope lie behind this shroud.
This day feels different yet the sun returns,
I see what I have and desire what I yearn.

I’m not always sure where the day might lead,
I try to gather all the pieces that I need.
As the sun retreats and sinks from the sky,
Another day has just passed me by.


Details | Free verse | |

And, you will be holding my hand




Please, let me imagine that we will come here again 
In the warm springtime rain, or in cold winter chill, 
When the ground glistens clean, and keen in the sun
When we breathe clouds of cotton and the morning is still
We will wear our astonishment, with feigned awed surprise
At the splendor that lays bare, as the frost stings our eyes 
We will wear wooly jackets to keep us snug warm
While snowflake confetti will bounce off my nose
~
And you will be young, and I will be fair
You will take my two hands, and pull me aside
and kiss me and tell me how love never dies
You will promise the sun, and the moon and the stars
You will tell me you love me, that the world will be ours         

~~~

We will look up through the tree tops, that whisper and bend 
To see sun assure us that love cannot end
It will shine new with promise, with a soft velvet light
That a day like today, will come once again
For today is a gift, that comes from the Gods
Filled with tomorrow, and a season of love                                           
While whipperwill music will dance through the air                                          
And the songs of the valley, will sway in the breeze
                            
In the hushed fading sunlight of the late afternoon           
Down by the meadows where the wild flowers grow                
We'll again laugh at the thunder, catching us by surprise
And be glad for the raindrops, that splash by our side
For today, has an ending, and now we must go

But let me imagine, that we’ll come here again
We will stand here together.  We will marvel and praise
You will be holding my hand, as you show me the way
And you'll capture my heart, as you've captured my days

And when the times we have treasured must come to an end
We will marvel with pleasure, in our memory's glen
We will come here together........and our spirits will blend

This will be our forever.......you will be holding my hand

~~~


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Conservatory

Dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
And wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
On sills that suck the early sun that spills
Through glass to pass into the frills and twills
That talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin,
Pass the time of day this way until
The chills of morning pass, and cups and saucers
Clink and find the sink.

				The daily round’s
Begun and yarns are spun in sun and shade
Until the fading light brings night; and glass
That’s black as peat reflects the hats and cats
Upon themselves while vats of black-tar dark
And bats are kept outside.

				And clinks announce
The hour for drinks.


Details | Sapphic stanza | |

see the sun

Waking feels like dreaming without the colors;
rising, I will move through the air like water.
When each passing thought is a question, you move
                                                                    farther, I notice


Details | Free verse | |

Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day

Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day
                   by Amy Swanson



Kissed so softly by the sun

          warmth on my face

                    wind in my hair

                              enjoying this place


          of quiet contentment
  
          at peace with life

          letting my problems

                   go .... 

                         ... flow... 

 
out into this

sunfilled
sunshine
sunglow
sunkissed

                        afternoon

                        without a care.


Breeze blows gently
       
            I close my eyes ...


                          soul drifts along


                          entwined with nature

                          precious moment

                          peaceful solitude

                                               ~d
                                                    r
                                                      i
                                                        f
                                                          t
                                                            i
                                                              n
                                                                g~
                                                                          dreamlike...

kiss of sun

       hot on my eyelids -

                                                   my heart open


                                                   I welcome the day.


Details | Villanelle | |

Where the Wind Blows-- Achetez Villanelle


Billowing winds, whisk me away
Lift me up where wishes kiss dreams,
then lay me where sand hugs sun rays

Cantankerous self lurched each day,
‘til abysmal waters drowned screams
Nothing but black, swimming in clay…

Billowing winds, whisk me away
on my own though, save for bright gleams
hope in phosphorescence, glow spray

Following sparks, shrugging dismay
I swam where they went, my light beams
Against currents, struggling away

Then lay me where sand hugs sun rays,
I know I’m pushing the extremes—
To feel light, this is what I pray
I won’t stop ‘til I reach the bay

Billowing winds, whisk me away
then lay me where sand hugs sun rays





0717-07182011


**haha! Finally got around to writing this Achetez Villanelle,
Chris Aechtner's own take on the villanelle...

I was challenged to write one from scratch since the other one that 
I wrote was actually an old villanelle of mine which I only converted to
fit Chris' form---

So Chris, here it is! Now you know why I was asking you those words,
from waayyyy back last year O_0 this has been in the back burner for 
soo long, about time that I finally cooked it or something :D

btw, just so you know, the words billowing, cantankerous, lurch, sand, 
and phosphorescence came from Chris without him knowing what I was
using them for :p


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Tanka | |

Sun Unveils Herself

sun unveils herself
red sings out to carress her
shameless disarray
beckons her with his calling
greens from past lives fade away


(August 22nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | I do not know? | |

Midnight Sun

Midnight sun erases 
The darkness
Hidden in my soul
For so long
Forever hiding 
In emptiness
Waiting for the light to shine
Waiting for the path to clear
Waiting for someone to hear
Cries for help
Crying tears
Hiding fears
Shedding layers
Empty shell
Living there
Listening for a voice
Calling my name
Whispers echo
In my ear
Never relenting
Pain in my heart
Never to spare
Reaching out
To finally share
Open my heart
See what lives there
Content 
To live
Free to be
honest me


Details | Lyric | |

CHASING A SINKING SUN

Oh.. You're chasing a sinking sun
Trying to catch it before your done
The darkness so quickly setting in
Will anyone see if you've even won

Do you hear that tick-tock 
You're getting closer every day
Climbing up that mountain rock
Not letting anything get in the way
Keep racing up success' ladder
You're so focused you won't fall
No doubt you'll make it to the top
But is it the top of the right wall

Thought this life was all about you
But it'll go on when you are through
Mesmerized by life's pretty bubbles
So smart... you didn't have a clue

Do you hear that tick-tock 
You're getting closer every day
Climbing up that mountain rock
Not letting anything get in the way
Keep racing up success' ladder
You're so focused you won't fall
No doubt you'll make it to the top
But is it the top of the right wall

Fools are too busy to love their family
Too blind to see time is how you care
Too arrogant to sense their need of God
Too self assured to cry out in prayer

Friend you better check your ladder
Think twice about why you're here
Redefine what you're calling success
Pray to God that he'll make it all clear

Do you hear that tick-tock 
You're getting closer every day
Climbing up that mountain rock
Not letting anything get in the way
Keep racing up success' ladder
You're so focused you won't fall
No doubt you'll make it to the top
But is it the top of the right wall

6-25-15


Details | Haiku | |

Sun Treks High Mountains

sun treks high mountains

leaves shallow valley behind

seeks enlightenment




(June 1st, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | Narrative | |

Before The Light

There are too many times when my eyes open and it’s still dark.

It’s useless to think that I’ll go back to sleep, and it’s no good at all to lay in bed and watch the passing parade of worries that comes marching down the Main Street of my mind. When I do that, the entertainment seems to take on its own life. The parade grows longer, more spectacular, with the noise of marching bands, my thoughts, growing louder. Clowns scurry ahead of the band leader, throwing red balls in the air. There are too many balls to count.

The best thing I can do for myself is to rise from my bed. But there are days when it seems too much to bear being home before the rest of the world rises. There’s just too much emptiness in my small house. 

I leave, escaping to DD's, where I sit and sip my coffee over a newspaper. Sometimes there are others sitting waiting for the light to come, too–like the woman who gives an animated “Hello” to everyone she meets, staring too long into our eyes. She takes out her cell phone to call a friend about the rashes on her legs. Something is biting her during the night. Raj and the other DD workers snicker, and I am drawn to–but at the same time repelled by–her morbid troubles.

Sometimes, in the winter, it seems as if the time I spend in the dark before the light comes is endless. I don’t think it’s normal for darkness to last so long; it’s probably one of the punishments for eating the apple in Eden.

I much prefer the early light of June and July, when the morning allows the gentle unfolding of life around me. Somehow, when the sun is in the sky at 6:30 a.m., a passing gasoline truck rattling my windows does not sound so lonely. Nor do I mind the sun revealing the stains from spring rains on my windows … or the birds loudly announcing their presence in the trees. Their manic chirping awakens schoolchildren eagerly counting down the days til summer.

When the darkness is especially long, and I have already sought out the comfort of others who cannot sleep, I will sometimes return home and do what I am so reluctant to do — sit still. I take up my position in a special chair near a window that looks out onto the street. I close my eyes and listen to the heated rhythms that only my body can make. My breath … my ins and outs.

But I wonder; why is it so hard to be still? Especially in the dark before the light.


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Windows Of Gold

Windows of gold shone bright from the garden
The mist sits hovering on a slight white frost
The fox tracks in the frost visible, without a pardon
A blackbird and his wife sitting on the fence looking cold and lost.

The sun rises the windows reflect the coming cold winters day
The blackbird has spied the fox, so he’s not hopping down
The fox appears, hungry; he is after some new fresh prey
They spy each other the blackbird so black and his wife a dull brown

The fox sits he’s waiting a while, he appears to be in no hurry
The blackbird and his wife watch, with their heads on one side
Chattering away a flap of wings to say, we’re safe we need not worry
The fox just waits he watches blacky and his wife, and the fox her, he espied.

The sun rose high the golden window disappears and turned to dull black
The fox stands, he shakes his head, and he turns to walk away
The brown bird now happy the fox has gone hops down, she doesn’t look back
She hears her husband chattering; too late the fox has his breakfast for the day.

As the sun rises it shines on the windows that began as burning gold
A new day has started with new hope and promises anew
Never turn your back on the lessons learnt and common senses untold
The fox is waiting he needs to eat and his prey could be you.

© 8/12/2012 ~GG~