Notice of absence from Caring dove
Maybe get help for yoir ā lies ā
Think you need help
Maybe get help for yoir ā lies ā
Think you need help
Here’s the soft sun
in the shape of a circle
in the colour of a bright torch
but it doesn’t rely on the dark to have to be there
appears when it’s time
when it has to be
when it wishes to be
when it needs to be
seen by many
visible just as much as that torch or lamp in a dark room
yet lived with more colours
Around her skin
Mainly the blue
but then the green lives to the side at a distance
and on the grass with all those friendly flowers
the sun can feel the sky
but cannot be near to those flowers
so she can step on the ground and feel her feet
it’s the sun
if only could just change into something else for a minute or two
touch the ground just as she wishes
sometimes there’s a wish to be or to ‘ feel ‘ something different
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Author:
Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just thought to write about the sun
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Comments4
A most interesting poem about the feelings of difference. Nicely done
Thankyou very much glad you liked my poem
I think the mention of feet and the ground could be related to that feeling of wanting to be grounded .
Appreciated the comment thanks
Much enjoyed ššš»
Thankyou Iām glad you liked it )))
That sun is our life Yellow ~Rose.
Andy
And glad you did, dearest Caring Dove. And that sun is shining hot and bright here today. As for the poem as metaphor, it is quite profound, my friend. Well done! š¹š
Thankyou ))
Iām sure the sun might get tired of being the sun .. so much of the time .. yes , it might want to move or be something else for a while
Indeed. It just might and, like the sun, we do too. Brilliance. I do love this poem lots. You are most welcome, my friend.
Thankyou ))
I liked writing this poem , too
Yeah , true .. feelings can be difficult and sometimes we just want to feel as we want to feel ..
Totally. You are most welcome!
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