Sunshine Through the Slats
Bright, bright it is!
The bold eye of light in the sky
Peeks in on me.
Sunlight streams through the slats--
No venetian blind can shut it out--
Cool and blue,
Clean and cool.
The face of light,
Up in the blue and white,
Is laughing at me;
Because I peek back through the slats.
So I laugh, too.
The sun and me,
We have a game--
He hides from me,
I hide from him.
Sometimes the blinds come between,
Sometimes the cloudy shrouds.
But other times we are merry friends
And dispense with games.
Ah! The sun and I!
We play day by day,
Laughing at one another.
His bright beams visit me here
In my little chair;
Or soar above me in ethereal realms
Where I can never go.
Ah! But the sun and I!
We are friends!
He is high and I am low;
But I have reason and he does not.
Yet our merry game continues on,
For both he and I shall be redeemed.
Some say the sun shall cease--
But I do not know...
Perhaps the sun and I
May laugh at one another
For eternity--
We shall see.
That, then, is the weather report for today!
I like this one a LOT!!
ReplyDeleteBoth poems are very interesting! I like them both but the most recent one is more fun. The first one is probably more true to life. I like them both. :-D
ReplyDeleteI wrote a bunch of cool stuff, but lost it when my post failed. At least I know what I wrote. Perhaps when I recover from this devastating loss, I will do what Jeremiah did and rewrite the whole thing.
ReplyDeleteLOL @ dad, I love this one too! I like how you write!
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