The sinking sun

sun in clouds

With heavy heart

and weighted dread

I saw the sinking sun

isolated in a white sky

 

Then flare blindingly

bearing down

as an uninvited guest

to morning’s awakening

 

Knots of fear

knitted into the pit

of a tangled mess

bottled up and kept

 

On the edges I stood

of the neighborhood

looking into a hazy view

confused in what next to do

 

Praying to God above

for a brighter sun

to turn the cheerless skies to blue.

 

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6 thoughts on “The sinking sun

    1. Thanks Joan, this poem was actually inspired by how the sky looked yesterday when I was taking one of my daughters to school. The image seemed to align well with emotions I was feeling. Yes – I believe the blue skies come and go all the time:-)

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