This morning aggressive clouds defied the sun
hovering like a nosy bystander expecting
to see something worthwhile to gossip.
But the hidden sun, brilliantly shinning
is what matched my mood.
A night's rest healed yesterday's petty wounds.
So what, if I wrote an artless poem,
senseless words understood by no one.
When I feel like the sun, there's enough
light to see my ego's trivialities,
When I feel like the sun
no clouds swallow my joy.
When I feel like the sun, I become
wordless poetry, living art.
Art is clarity, a form of love
belonging to us all,
like the sun.
(For Poets United.)
What a wonderful poem and the photo is so apt!
ReplyDeleteHappiness is sunshine!
What an INCREDIBLE photo your husband took! I have been noting the clouds are outdoing themselves this month - and behaving in strange ways. My jaw keeps dropping! I resonate with this poem as yesterday was not the greatest for me, LOL.....I love "when I feel like the sun, no clouds swallow my joy". Cool. LOVE the idea of becoming "living art". As, indeed, you are, my friend.
ReplyDeleteMyrna I agree....be like the sun...feel like the sun....it gives us life and joy. I too am contemplating the sunlight today!
ReplyDeleteThe end is wonderful...
'Art is clarity, a form of love
belonging to us all,
like the sun.'
your poem was a great read. belongs up there with the greats you know? don't depress, express! and thanks for the closure. amen!
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing picture which your husband has taken :D I can feel how the sun has brought happiness to your soul through this wonderful poem :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love
Sanaa
I like so much that feeling of a sun that obliterate the petty quarrels of the night.. I would love to have that sun inside.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could feel like the sun more often, but there are days when light and shadow seem the same.
ReplyDeleteI really like the idea, Myrna, that when you feel like the sun you become wordless poetry. You know, that is the best kind. It is good to be able to LIVE poetry & not just write it.
ReplyDeleteI love to read your positive thoughts, Myrna. I wish we had more sun for a few days and then I might think like the sun. But I cannot say we have been very lucky with the weather lately.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Though I am also drawn to the majesty of clouds, who by obscuring the sun, highlight it.
ReplyDeleteAn amazing photo your husband took too - can you thank him for it please?
I love the sun!
ReplyDeleteThat pic is such a great capture. It is good to feel like the sun for then there is light inside and life does seem like poetry. Oh, and I smiled at the reference of the cloud being a nosy bystander very original.
ReplyDeleteno obscurity only a clear shiny being is the best thing to be, like the sun...very original and with much power...a beautifully uplifting poem....and that photo is awesome...
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteHow important is for poets to be inspired, stimulated by what the see and feel. Always there is something around us inspiring us, as you are here.
ReplyDelete"Art is clarity, a form of love
ReplyDeletebelonging to us all,
like the sun."
these are my favourite lines of this beautiful poem; your photo is lovely kudos to your husband
much love...
Yes the sun can be a booster to help overcome. One needs to offer resistance to any 'bad' clouds that might be forming. Very original thoughts Myrna! Great pic too!
ReplyDeleteHank
How refreshing this piece was..sometimes we can worry to hard about words..when they rise as effortlessly and hopefully as the sun they often produce something quite marvellous!
ReplyDelete*ego
DeleteThat is an amazing photo -such a stark contrast between landscape and sky, which begs for a poetic response.
ReplyDeleteThe Sun is relentless now. It is very hot in Delhi.
ReplyDeleteYet I loved the poem...:D
spectacular in the jagged edges of mind
I love your words, esp. when you say that sun 'matched my mood'...resonates with me, though igo also can feel as a sun at times....
ReplyDeletefirst - that is an awesome pic..
ReplyDeleteand in a way i think that each of us is wordless poetry - living art - wonderfully made in a way that takes my breath away... smiles
Wow! In a sun like that, let the clouds watch! Let them gossip! Who cares! Love.
ReplyDeleteWe should all be living poetry.
ReplyDeleteI think on some level we all have that need like th sun to be seen only to find ourselves behind the clouds...at times. Living art. Art as a form of love. I can't get into that.
ReplyDeleteMyrna,
ReplyDeleteYou've set free a fabulous image, painted with such belief and passion!! You are in great poetic form Myrna..I love to feel such positivity:)
Eileen