white oncidium
the sun splitting
into her infinities
graduation day
sunlight lingering
in dusk clouds
a billion suns glistering
in the parking lot
nameless galaxies
last sun
the scent of oleander
in luminous pools
the wingspan of a white ibis sun
sunburst
through the stratocumulus
Adam’s needle
from the throat of the robin sun
iron sun
a vulture unmoving
in the heat
the sun disk behind shifting the stratocumulus clover meadow
storm over
shards of sun shatter
from the sycamore
the sun’s scarlet
dips behind the distant hills
first cigarette
Joshua St. Claire
(Image by DWB)
Joshua
You give the Sun a personality as wide and often as difficult as that of a human being. Again, striking visuals.
Leila
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I like yesterday’s moon poem, and this companion piece might be even better.
Maybe my favorite image:
a billion suns glistering
in the parking lot
nameless galaxies
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