Once, throughout the stillness of a sultry summer’s day
I slept, until the stars appeared and moon came out to play.
Then as she rose resplendently when sister sun had set,
I rued the dying of that day with ruthless, raw regret.
For I had spent it senselessly, let hours, like sand, all seep.
My eyes, I’d closed so carelessly, so spitefully in sleep.
So blindly did I blunder when I let it sail away:
that wasted world of wonder of a sacred summer’s day.
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Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: live for the moment
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Good write K.
But you may have needed that days rest to go forward in each wonderful new day that is coming your way.
Andy
Time for open eyes, time for closed eyes of rest. Balance in life. Nice write Kevin. ; )
yeah, I can empathise
it takes me a while to get used to the oppressive summer heat
I'm more of a winter guy for productivity
summer days, I lack the energy
just want to chill and sip and
blink, in and out of lazy naps..
thanks for sharing
Lovely poem Kevin
All too easily done isn't it. But I hope you had wonderful dreams of that love you have written about.
I recall the aftermath of my brother falling asleep uinder the sun and becoming very badly sunburned.
I enjoyed reading your post today very much. It's all too easy to let a day in my life be 'wasted' in this current lockdown mood for us old vulnerables.
A must for my favourites.
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