Thinking About the Sun

I’m running behind a little with the #poemadayfeb challenge. I need to write a poem about the sun, which was yesterday’s prompt, and then check out what the prompt is for today, and write a poem based on that prompt, and of course, put both of my poems up here on this blog, the ‘Sun’ poem first, and then another post for whatever today’s prompt is. Fun, fun, fun.

Not so much fun is the fact that I had already written my poem for yesterday’s prompt, an in depth bit of discussion and then a lengthy poem of quite a few words, that I lost by accidentally hitting the wrong key, and making it just disappear, never to be seen again. So instead, I will write a stripped back poem, possibly encompassing some of the thoughts from the post that disappeared.

And this time I will make sure I don’t make the whole thing disappear. Writing these things on something else and then doing a copy/paste thing is a much safer idea, so I think I’ll finish this off somewhere else. But I’ll be back, don’t you worry about that!

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OK, I’m back, as I said I would be, and I now have a very, very stripped back poem compared to the original one which I carelessly destroyed, never to be seen again …

I think I prefer this poem, or I may be trying to gee myself up so I don’t hate myself for being so silly and destroying all of those words. The other poem had some of my research in it, that I did earlier today, and it had a photo of a mandarin tree, and some things about photosynthesis, and such things. Not this time though, that’s all gone.

Instead, I have this photograph of the moon, I think from the full moon before the previous one. I don’t remember why I took the photo now, but it was there, I was there (outside on the back veranda), and so I did. This photo, as the photo of the now forever lost blog post, is relevant to the poem, which I will post right here! Thanks for visiting, feel free to add to the discussion if you wish too!

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Sun Thoughts

Black sky, pinprick stars

each a sun, eons old

possibly dead, but

visible to us, somehow …

 

Eastern glow, bright ball

rising, sky’s sunrise hues

then that azure sky

Australians love so much.

 

Sun rising, rising

temperature’s rise too,

then sunset colours

and evening comes –

 

black, and the moon,

those stars, and each star

with its planets,

and each planet, its moons –

 

our solar system,

each star’s solar systems,

galaxy upon galaxy

swirling together, moving.

 

All together, making up

the universe, moving,

ageing, dying, as we too,

move, age and will die …