Tom Hitt Poet Free verse

Thank Goodness For a Sun

Thank goodness for a sun,
the rays that cross the plane!
My office remains melancholy,
a dimness I defend.

Daily I defend this muted light,
thinking it "muse", drinking it blind.

On overcast days, I get away with it;
be it blinds pulled, or curtain down
(rarely both: I'm not an ANIMAL!),
a ray or two may lift the room,
cause a breath, pull me out.

In day, the birds do not distract so.
Outdoor noises are immaterial.
Night of course, is a cause in itself.
At these times, sleep is a mistress
I dare not court, nor think about.
Night draws and draws, she never gives back.

Thank goodness for sun, and a nap on the day.
Earth's elegant axis, Sun's elegant ray.

~TH~    http://wrongwaywriteway.com

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Maurice Yvonne April 1, 2015 at 6:33 PM I only had to use my hands Tom. In fact I'm glad I came back so I could fav this poem! Tom Hitt April 1, 2015 at 6:59 PM Ha! You nailed it! I considered hands, at least I do hope you got a little dirt under your fingers. Humans are made for digging. Looking forward to your poems in futura. ~TH~

Maurice Yvonne April 1, 2015 at 10:21 AM A very interesting write. Again the reader must dig for understanding as I have said I enjoy this style of poetry! Tom Hitt April 1, 2015 at 11:25 AM Maurice - yes, I agree. In regard to free-form structures, I find myself asking wether I want the reader to be required to use a sturdy shovel or a jackhammer for the digging. Hopefully you just needed the shovel for this one. As always, thanks for your comments and thanks for reading. ~Tom~ http://wrongwaywriteway.com