Sunday, September 4, 2016


I've been preoccupied with some life demands lately.  I also feel like I've forgotten how to write, which is one of the things that makes me most happy.  But, I'm just going to scribble a little each day, until I remember.





   SADNESS

Every day the sun and I 
silently communicate.
It is the teacher,
I the needy student.
I don't like it when 
Clouds dim its light.
But the sun cannot always
Burn in my sight.
When it hides, 
It teaches me to wait
With faith that its fire
Still burns, 
With hope that I will see 
its radiance tomorrow.



(For Poets United.)

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  1. rallentandaSeptember 4, 2016 at 10:32 AM

    A beautiful lesson in patience and appreciation of the natural world.

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  2. Sumana RoySeptember 4, 2016 at 10:52 AM

    "It teaches me to wait" most important learning of life i think...love "its radiance tomorrow."...

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  3. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 4, 2016 at 11:02 AM

    Oh Myrna, the words have not deserted you. This is so lovely.....I love that the clouds teach you to wait...and trust that the sunshine will still be there........just as the words are..............

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  4. Sanaa RizviSeptember 4, 2016 at 11:11 AM

    Oh this is soo beautiful and poignant ❤

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  5. annell4September 4, 2016 at 12:36 PM

    Yes, sometimes we must learn to "wait." I hope this day the sun finds you a little happier than the day before. I am so sorry about Daisy, even thought we know our time with our beloved pets, is finite. It is up to us to know when. And I hope the back is healing and is better.

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  6. Jae RoseSeptember 4, 2016 at 12:51 PM

    Perhaps we don't forget how to write but change how we do? Although there is sadness there is a great sense of space in your words..a readiness to let the light still shine through - when you are ready

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  7. brudbergSeptember 4, 2016 at 1:21 PM

    The sun is there, even behind the clouds.. I like that thought so much, there is hope and acceptance in believing in the warmth

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  8. Elephant's ChildSeptember 4, 2016 at 3:20 PM

    You haven't lost your mastery. Not at all.
    I hope life starts to treat you kindly.

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  9. SusanSeptember 4, 2016 at 3:53 PM

    Yes. You remember how to write, to crystalize this image of knowing what's absent.

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    1. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2016 at 5:31 PM

      The words, like the sun, are there every day. Even hidden by clouds, her light is strong enough to see by. So too, it is with the words. And you have just proven that. Give yourself a pat on the back,

      Elizabeth

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  10. MarySeptember 4, 2016 at 5:31 PM

    Yes, sometimes a person has to wait a while to be able to see the sun. One thing for sure, we can know that eventually the sun will shine brightly again, though often it hard to be patient.

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  11. ayalaSeptember 4, 2016 at 5:36 PM

    You write, you rock! I hope you feel better soon. Sending you hugs.

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  12. Wendy BourkeSeptember 4, 2016 at 7:41 PM

    Lovely and lyrical. I can hear it being slowly read aloud, at sunrise. A very special piece - keep on, keeping on. Smiles!

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  13. ThotpurgeSeptember 4, 2016 at 7:54 PM

    So true. have to believe that the words are there..somewhere.

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  14. Old EggSeptember 5, 2016 at 4:59 AM

    Rain or shine we know it's still there or else we wouldn't be!

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  15. dsnake1September 5, 2016 at 9:38 AM

    the sun will heal us. it gives us light and it can teach us some of life's lessons.
    despite the title, i find that this poem is a poem of hope.

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  16. ZQSeptember 5, 2016 at 1:54 PM

    You GO GIRL! :)
    ZQ

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