I’m afraid today’s poem won’t be much good. The sun on my skin Is making me far too happy, And I keep accidentally saying ‘Good morning’, ‘Hello’, and ‘Good day’ to the people who walk by. I tried coming outside To be inspired by my loneliness, But I’m afraid I’m more inspired By the green,…
Tag: sun
Sunday Serenity
I feel obliged to write About the sun on my skin, The ripples at my feet, The birds in the sky, Simply because they bring Me so much joy! As they do to the cyclists, The fishers, The dog walkers, The slowing runners… It feels rude not to Give in to such temptations…
Dear Diary II
Dear Diary, I feel the sun on my skin again. My God, it feels good. I hear the sound of my laughter again. I smile because I can; For the sudden rush of life. I can breathe in the air again, And it fills my lungs, Strokes my wings, I feel alive again. Warm, present-…
Whatever the Weather
Wouldn’t it be great, To wake up everyday And not have to worry Whether the sun was shining?
Lights
Left only in the company Of slithers of light along the wall, Drawing harsh, poetic lines Across my work. What happened to the day? At what point did the sun give in Laying waste to all I’ve written? What happened to my words? When did they too, abandon me Leaving me like a shadow in…
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