When the Day was Long

poem

The sun was lazy

crossing sky this day

and took the time to gaze upon my petals

fresh from my nighttime rest

I twinkled upright among my peers

and gathered accolades  from passing

viewers.

Then the day was long

and my lazy friend would not relent

and withering, I, despairing life,

fell from my towering height.

Here I find another friend

more solid than the other

keeps me from the solitude 

of fraying slowly on the ground.

My steady rest…

hold me here 

in steady transformation

passing time.

’till some blowy day

the seed of me becomes again.

I’ll stand upright to face the lazy sun.

S. Bell

 

 

 

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