A Poem for the Sun

A Poem for the Sun

A Poem by Theyna W.

The sun is a star
just like the rest
but no one pays attention
even though it's the brightest

They write of the moon
and the stars of the night
but the sun is ignored 
and while the trees dance
and the wind howls
but the sun is alone
as it watches and waits
it waits 
and it waits
and it waits
but no one says a thing
not a word is written
and then it sighs
and sinks down
and that's when they notice

they write of the colors 
and the warmth
all stop and watch
and stare in awe 

but they only noticed
when it was gone

© 2018 Theyna W.


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I read this lovely poem you wrote, but must point out something (I am incredibly obsessive, picky, and exacting--sorry)--and that part of myself made me write this. I apologize for this, but must tell you that while the moon and the stars have admittedly received much more coverage, you are in good company with poems to the sun.
Robert Louis Stevenson--the fellow that wrote TREASURE ISLAND--in case any reading this do not recognize the name...wrote this:

SUMMER SUN

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles,
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.

You're right, though. There are not enough.
Thank you for another!


Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I read this lovely poem you wrote, but must point out something (I am incredibly obsessive, picky, and exacting--sorry)--and that part of myself made me write this. I apologize for this, but must tell you that while the moon and the stars have admittedly received much more coverage, you are in good company with poems to the sun.
Robert Louis Stevenson--the fellow that wrote TREASURE ISLAND--in case any reading this do not recognize the name...wrote this:

SUMMER SUN

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles,
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.

You're right, though. There are not enough.
Thank you for another!


Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I am Theyna. Most people see me as the boring, nerdy girl sitting in the back of the classroom reading a book that's three inches thick. Although I am quiet, I have loud thoughts, crazy ideas, and f.. more..

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