Least Read Poems About the Sun
#sun
Daybreak
The morning dark remains
on the brink
as it does shrink
into a violet resurrection
As each moment
becomes
more illuminated
less enumerated
While I whisk away
before the day
can finally peek
over the tinged trees
My breath escapes
in a warm mist
beneath the amethyst
sky
Gliding towards my dawn
no longer feeling a pawn
to everything
so stark yet still dark
on the brink
as it does shrink
into a violet resurrection
As each moment
becomes
more illuminated
less enumerated
While I whisk away
before the day
can finally peek
over the tinged trees
My breath escapes
in a warm mist
beneath the amethyst
sky
Gliding towards my dawn
no longer feeling a pawn
to everything
so stark yet still dark
#sun
#morning
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Dusk
Leaving behind the husk
of another spent day
I let the cool twilight play
its lone dazzling solo
Mellow and slow
as the colors all
melt
with the chill felt
As the fading sun
is now on the run
setting on the quick
on an abstract horizon
While I still stand here
shed a single tear
for all that has passed
longing for this moment to last
Wondering what did I learn
from these bonfires that burn
like ever Homeric pyres
lit by pure poetic fires
of another spent day
I let the cool twilight play
its lone dazzling solo
Mellow and slow
as the colors all
melt
with the chill felt
As the fading sun
is now on the run
setting on the quick
on an abstract horizon
While I still stand here
shed a single tear
for all that has passed
longing for this moment to last
Wondering what did I learn
from these bonfires that burn
like ever Homeric pyres
lit by pure poetic fires
#sun
#night
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Twilighting
I long to live in this place
where I no longer have to face
the bright light of day
or night with only darkness to say
Keeping me here forever roaming
kept on the cusp of the gloaming
where there is endless vibrant ink
an eternity left here on the brink
With nothing more then to do
but live in a moment now true
dip deep my parched quill
then revel in a glorious spill
For the purpose of my days
is to live free beyond the haze
of never-ending self doubt ...
where I no longer have to face
the bright light of day
or night with only darkness to say
Keeping me here forever roaming
kept on the cusp of the gloaming
where there is endless vibrant ink
an eternity left here on the brink
With nothing more then to do
but live in a moment now true
dip deep my parched quill
then revel in a glorious spill
For the purpose of my days
is to live free beyond the haze
of never-ending self doubt ...
#confessional
#hope
#sun
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Gratitude
Gratitude
maybe it is the latitude
the cool then warm days
that brings me here
Quelling each tear
in my grateful eyes
always a surprise
when I gaze on out
At the painted sunset
whether real
or surreal on canvas
how it moves tectonic
From the inside out
washing away all doubt
about the way
of all things
How She remains
the consummate artist
with Her infinite palette
to color my world
maybe it is the latitude
the cool then warm days
that brings me here
Quelling each tear
in my grateful eyes
always a surprise
when I gaze on out
At the painted sunset
whether real
or surreal on canvas
how it moves tectonic
From the inside out
washing away all doubt
about the way
of all things
How She remains
the consummate artist
with Her infinite palette
to color my world
#sun
#night
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Golden Sheen
The early afternoon is gilded
as if She spilled her sunny paint
just to make the day quaint
enough to fill a poem
With much to do
even more left to say
I embrace the day
with both arms now full
Wondering what I will find
lifted by the wind
gifted with a breath
to fill this beating chest
Words then come and go
lines drift within the flow
as the poetry emerges
from the foggy prose
While my merry muse
decides again to choose
the shiny path that I am on
paved with a golden...
as if She spilled her sunny paint
just to make the day quaint
enough to fill a poem
With much to do
even more left to say
I embrace the day
with both arms now full
Wondering what I will find
lifted by the wind
gifted with a breath
to fill this beating chest
Words then come and go
lines drift within the flow
as the poetry emerges
from the foggy prose
While my merry muse
decides again to choose
the shiny path that I am on
paved with a golden...
#courage
#sun
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Parapluie
French for "Umbrella"
Meant for days in the rain
a bastion against any pain
it always keeps me dry
from a dark maleficent sky
As I listen to the pitter-patter
of only things that matter
coming here into my view
I recall skies of a kinder hue
While I make my way along
whistling a treasured song
stepping over muddy puddles
avoiding all that still muddles
Pursuing some poetic line
I await the sun to shine
warming up my new day
while it again lights my way
...
Meant for days in the rain
a bastion against any pain
it always keeps me dry
from a dark maleficent sky
As I listen to the pitter-patter
of only things that matter
coming here into my view
I recall skies of a kinder hue
While I make my way along
whistling a treasured song
stepping over muddy puddles
avoiding all that still muddles
Pursuing some poetic line
I await the sun to shine
warming up my new day
while it again lights my way
...
#sun
#rain
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#emotions
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Morning Fog
The sun is still tentative
hiding behind the horizon
not ready to brave
not ready to save the day
While ribbons of fog
arise from the nearby bog
tendrils of thin greyness
like so many spiderwebs
Flit then dance
taking the chance
to begin their ritual
begin their capering
All in full view
of the morning dew
still glistening
under the faint twilight
Not surrender the night
to the brightness of day
to the inevitable way
that life crowds out poetry
hiding behind the horizon
not ready to brave
not ready to save the day
While ribbons of fog
arise from the nearby bog
tendrils of thin greyness
like so many spiderwebs
Flit then dance
taking the chance
to begin their ritual
begin their capering
All in full view
of the morning dew
still glistening
under the faint twilight
Not surrender the night
to the brightness of day
to the inevitable way
that life crowds out poetry
#sun
#morning
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Le Soleil Polaire
French for “The Polar Sun”
It pierces this Antarctic dream
with its warm golden gleam
sparkling diamonds in the waves
each one a hope
each one a promise
I make now just to me
I take a moment to see
life as it truly is
here far down below
here just beneath the snow
All these truths and lies
meet where these blue skies
kiss soft this southern sea
once again allow me to pen
this my book of days
Not meant for any bookshelf
but written only for myself
here on the very brink ...
It pierces this Antarctic dream
with its warm golden gleam
sparkling diamonds in the waves
each one a hope
each one a promise
I make now just to me
I take a moment to see
life as it truly is
here far down below
here just beneath the snow
All these truths and lies
meet where these blue skies
kiss soft this southern sea
once again allow me to pen
this my book of days
Not meant for any bookshelf
but written only for myself
here on the very brink ...
#sun
#nature
#snow #confessional
#snow #confessional
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Setting Sun
I love how the setting sun
has once again begun
to remind me
of all I left behind me
Another summer day gone
one more once upon
a time…
desperately in search of a rhyme
All these waning sun rays
recall lost glory days
when I was young and strong
always so willing to sing along
These places I have been
tattoos and scars on my skin
that I often do retrace
trying to recapture some grace
Since I know the days ahead
have their share of hope and dread
but I have yet to ever regret ...
has once again begun
to remind me
of all I left behind me
Another summer day gone
one more once upon
a time…
desperately in search of a rhyme
All these waning sun rays
recall lost glory days
when I was young and strong
always so willing to sing along
These places I have been
tattoos and scars on my skin
that I often do retrace
trying to recapture some grace
Since I know the days ahead
have their share of hope and dread
but I have yet to ever regret ...
#sun
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Rusted Dawn
There is a ruddy ring
all across the sky
one I cannot deny
as the predawn lingers
Wanting to trace my fingers
along the horizontal line
in order to define
this most vibrant break
Between day and night
in such colorful light
accented by the gulls
like black exclamation points
As my mind now disjoints
from the October chill
the autumnal thrill
of this brisk beach sunrise
Always such a surprise
the clarity of dawn
the images it does spawn
in...
all across the sky
one I cannot deny
as the predawn lingers
Wanting to trace my fingers
along the horizontal line
in order to define
this most vibrant break
Between day and night
in such colorful light
accented by the gulls
like black exclamation points
As my mind now disjoints
from the October chill
the autumnal thrill
of this brisk beach sunrise
Always such a surprise
the clarity of dawn
the images it does spawn
in...
#sun
#beach
#morning
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Summer Solstice
What is there to say about this longest day
how it realigns everything
the height of summer
the plight of wonder
how it is here yet does not last
fading into the past
like so many other memories
we shared it before in many places
always turning our faces
from the sky towards each other
with so much to say
knowing a mere day
is never ever enough
to celebrate
a lifetime loved together
how it realigns everything
the height of summer
the plight of wonder
how it is here yet does not last
fading into the past
like so many other memories
we shared it before in many places
always turning our faces
from the sky towards each other
with so much to say
knowing a mere day
is never ever enough
to celebrate
a lifetime loved together
#sun
#summer
#LifeCycle
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Poetry
I love the feigned ambivalence
this most subtle diligence
in a single poem
during its lone recitation
Filling up the very air
with a devil may care
that winks at life
thumbs its nose at prose
While I listen to the sounds
how the poetry still surrounds
me so ever melodic
requiring only the human voice
With these words now chosen
remaining forever frozen
here within this verse
within each bastioned stanza
...
this most subtle diligence
in a single poem
during its lone recitation
Filling up the very air
with a devil may care
that winks at life
thumbs its nose at prose
While I listen to the sounds
how the poetry still surrounds
me so ever melodic
requiring only the human voice
With these words now chosen
remaining forever frozen
here within this verse
within each bastioned stanza
...
#sun
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About the Sun