Three years ago was only yesterday:
at dawn I opened my eyes and the blinds.
Bouquets you'd left before you passed away;
those on my window daily I would find.
From your consideration my sun rose,
my very own, through those petals it shone.
It's hard to grasp in poetry or prose
how all you'd picked has taken root and grown.
Yours is no grave, yet all the gloom is mine
without your daily sunset-imbued gifts.
How am I to place roses on your shrine
if roses after you have gone adrift?
Only remains the warmth that's in those dyes
of moments so surreal they don't die...
R.I.P
As the sun rose the darkness wept
As it set it crept back into that darkness
An old wolf wondered
“what really happened?”
“had he been raised
…by humans!!”
He could not return to the den
For he was a “self-cast” outcast
Uncomfortable with “wolf” ways
Oh, he howled
But not at the moon
He howled at the wind
For it had no past
Existed only here….now
Growled at the hawk’s shadow
Envious of its flight
He had been “rescued”
By the “well meaning”
“Tamed” by a wire fence
Fed by a non-feral hand
Escape – not a dream
But a necessity
He must be
What he is
Who he is
What he had become
A lone wolf
Who wondered
Summer a time of heated fun
But no fun time for me because
The sun rose red again this morn
Red rising sun means trouble, Hun
Will storms come our way this hot day
Will it be another big gun
Maybe a knife or crazy wife
Lord intervene, protect loved ones
Let it be warning, time for pause
Again, this morn, the sun rose red
Let saying be a myth home spun
Romans 12:2
New Living Translation
2 Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect
Sunday morning
Humans sleep
Nature awakens
rose intersperses
cobalt cloud-streaked blue sky....
cooing of the doves
Roosters crow
Welcome new day
Other songbirds come to life
A stillness
Has settled
Not a leaf moves
Sun slowly moves higher
Peace
Palatable
Covers me with serenity
My spirit takes flight
Bumble Bee
Feeds among the blossoms
A crow caws
Out a warning
Or a call to awake
The Pines
Sentinel like
With raised limbs
Whisper praises to God
Thank you, God
For your Love
This time on the porch
And your creation
Amen
A poem coming soon. Finis'
Nighttime ebony hues, turned to lovely shades of rose,
And a creamy moon yet shone, about to make its escape.
The song of praise commenced from the emerald treetops,
And other stirrings began the summer's day happenings.
I had awakened by and by, to dreamy roses in the sky!
I was pleased that day, a golden sun was coming my way,
With beauty in its wake, in charmed customary fashion.
The roses from my garden, sat fragrantly in the vase,
Waiting in silent patience, for deep admiration to go by.
A wonderful beginning to an exceedingly promising day,
Wrapped in the warmth of summer's pleasant beginning!
Sleep wouldn't return to me, because day was calling,
And rose tinted daylight, decorated my bedroom walls,
And joy and eagerness crowded the world like sunshine!
Written on April 28, 2021
For: What's in a title in 14-20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
‘Twas darker than a winter’s eve;
My mood this summer morn.
When a miracle from God appeared
To wash away my scorn.
The cobalt of the darkness
Gave way to gold above.
The sun rose on my world today
And filled my soul with love.
I heard the song of mocking birds
And watched a blue bird fly
Until his lovely azure hue
Was swallowed by the sky.
I smelled the scent of fresh-cut hay,
Of petrichor and sage
As though a troop of summer’s best
Had rushed onto the stage.
I wondered at this miracle
And what this day might bring.
The sun rose on my world today
And made me feel like spring!
Humble moon
hid sun
from view;
earthlings
forsaken
shaken.
Saw eclipse at dusk,
when sun set,
then rose
at night.
Saw eclipse at dawn
when sun rose, twice
in morn.
Sun
forlorn,
occulted.
Sun Rose Merely To Reflect Her Glow
As her hair flew about, so did my heart,
unknown to me but a vision then loved.
So very strange, way our time got its start,
how she later became my beloved.
Glittering sparkles in her bright blue eyes,
as sun rose merely to reflect her glow
She that merely touched to fill my skies
always smiling as if time she could slow.
Her memory, shall I ever forget,
grace in her walking, sweetness in her voice
I first spoke to her on a friendly bet
now she would be my only loving choice.
Such glowing warmth in her big, bright blue eyes
Her being gone, left me asking the whys?
R.J. Lindley
May 25th 1974
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Words: 111
Climbing over the Mountain, the Sun stretches o’er the valley below
Warming Mother Nature into a Smile as the Buds open up to their Glory
Another day to learn, to teach, to listen, to speak, and watch Yourself Grow
I am not a Poet; I know not how to continue this my last Sunrise : Story
I open my eyes, and feel the fingers of the sun
Slowly rising, bringing warmth to the Soul : Heart
But Why am I Blest, when I have ne’er embraced the SON
Why bestow Blessings on such a cold dark : Heart
The sun rose this morn'
Brighter than before
Like your eyes
Blinding those who dare look
Yet I looked
And have been blinded
By your Love
For some time
So I stare into you
And I Love You
© 2011 Kevin Stock
The sun rises now
Up high off the land it goes
To brightly shine down
Pink hues amongst the tree limbs
Blackdrop of blackbirds do sing
As Dawn cracks over the horizon
The small crescent moon takes a bow
Greeting her was a delight
For she paints silver in his hair
The moon was hardly visible
Painted the same shade of blue
That the sky chose as a cloak
On this morning of early dew
The cloak of blue had a trail of mist
That shrouded the hills and vales
A misty blue to silver gray
That was light and very airy still
The birds enjoy the cloak
That fanned the air with damp
Cooling mist of the night
But soon the sun put on another
Cloak as she became much brighter
With her dress of brilliant red
That she wore to grace our summer's day
A cloak as colored as poinsettias' tips
On a gray December day
This means that the sun
Will bring heat with her as hot as
A fiery oak wood coal
And the cool of the morn
Will go as the summer's sun
Has bid us a warm hello
The moon with his silver hair
Disappearing into night
To another land so swiftly
Did he go to bring it a high tide
While ours will go very low
The sun rose cloaked in red
Bringing her heated stove
She will bake and cook some bread
Heating the south as across the sky goes