Portrait of the Sun

I lay down finally among brambles

and found my shadow already there

bleeding from an open vein

painting a spattered portrait of the sun

Then I held the canvas up against empty skies

in case it started to rain

and when the ground gave way beneath me

I was ready for the fall

Ready with my arms held before me

the sun in my hands

and my shadow left behind in a world made blind

to dissolve away into perpetual night

I’m finding it hard to tell if the news has a focused slant toward the negative or if things really are beginning to come apart at the seams. Seems the corrupt have been given a free pass, no need to even attempt to hide it anymore. If November’s elections are fraudulent, I’ll be at the White House protesting. And not a planned march/rally/feel-good-because-we’re-doing-something protest. A real one. Sorry, I try not to be too political on here, but oh well.

Photo by Ian Parker on Unsplash

11 thoughts on “Portrait of the Sun

  1. Agreed. I too think we are unraveling and have been shouting on twitter to all of the would be protesters that tweeting is not an action but rather a reaction. Somehow, most are under the impression that tweeting will change things. We have become so complacent but I don’t think our country will survive another four years of this s***
    A beautiful piece of writing btw. 😊

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