Oh, sun! Like a pervasive lemonade pitcher
You refill my life with incandescent trilogies.
I succumb to your energies
I melt into your harmonies
I feel your infusion of wonder
I growl inside with a shudder
And fall deeply into the depths...
As you fiddles with clouds on a whim
Dancing whispers of glory, swishhhh
Miracles for the mechanical twich
Of life, come and go, rise and shine,
Set up to sleep, dream, and revive...
or die.
About the Creator
Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
Passionate about tech, studying Modern Journalism at NYU, and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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Comments (6)
That first line- what a simile!! Great Poem.
Beautiful, Gabriela! The rhyme and lyricism of the lines begged to be sung!
Really hot not cool. What a life we are spending.
Uffffffff Worth read, I can totally feel it as its too hot here nowadays
Oh wow, this was so breathtaking! Loved your poem!
I can feel the warmth and vibrancy of sun's rays while reading it. I loved it.