|My canine kids - Leroy and Daisy|
Clichés can seem true you know.
Beneath the sun - nothing new.
Movies, books, generations, lives –
often they sound the same -
similar stories old, retold.
But what about the sun?
Does it repeat identical dawns?
Or can there be
a unique explosion extinguished
as never before,
or a ray that falls at an angle
twisted in unique form
that falls on me in sole(soul) manner
sparking inimitable impulses
leading to rare actions, releasing
waves of new ways?
Then, we could meet again like before
under the sun,
but our story never told.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)