My blog has been pretty passive lately. After beginning work a couple of weeks ago and having had an important guest over for a few weeks at my home, I have been trying to find a balance between work and life.
Today, the sun was shining through the windows–its rays stretching gently upon my sister. It had been a difficult day.
My sister suggested that we should write a poem each about the sun and keep it within ten lines. I had never read any poem that my sister had ever written before and was quite anxious for this. We read our poems out to one another. It was a a cathartic moment and a much cherished time that we had this Easter.
Here is the poem I wrote about the Sun:
Merriment strode through windows of
Hurt. Entwine my
Sore limbs with a hopeful grasp: Ambiguous
but surely so
radiant and sturdy. My sun,
dear son—oh what a sum of the summits
that hide a hidden
light that struggles so surely. It summons
the wreck of a wretch I once
After which, I asked my sister to read out the poem that she had written, to me. It went like this:
Oh how it makes em’ run
afraid of a little light
they truly have no might
Gives me strength when I’m weak
I don’t think I’ll turn the other cheek
This battle is mine to win
and the sun’s my next of kin.
I hope that you had a lovely weekend and that I will be writing soon.
The Daily Cognitive