Tim B Poet Rhyme

Pinching the Sun

This morning I woke up and pinched the sun
Between fingers, the ocular assault ended
Or began as I commanded, how fun
I thought as the Iridescent rays rescinded
Or ascended in rainbow hues.

I could hold glory, perhaps skies so blue
Painted on infinite canvas, my eyes deceived
By believing in their own power but
I wasn't convinced and walked outside, grieved
To find the orange God was gone.

Where he went I mused and mused to chagrin
Of Heaven I perused, page after page of celestial book
Where beams of pure love would shine down on me
Never finding, never finding this hidden brook;
Golden God of the sky, I will never begin.

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Donna Jones February 24, 2014 at 9:52 PM What a delightful title and poem to brighten my evening...I miss the sun these winter months myself...very much....:-) :-)

Sara Kendrick February 22, 2014 at 12:17 PM There have been many cloudy to partly cloudy to foggy with clouds for quite a long time now and to see the sun is a great joy as seeing the Son will be a great joy..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Russell Sivey February 21, 2014 at 10:31 PM Wow, this is an incredible and exceptional write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this phenomenal poem here this evening! I just wonder, where did the sun go, please bring it back! What an outstanding piece, Great Work!! Tim B February 22, 2014 at 9:38 AM Thanks for the kind comments Russell! Well, where I live it is always so cloudy, I can never seem to find the sun! That tends to play with one's emotions, but I am sure I will track him down once more someday :).