Good Morning

Golden permeant

–thirsty trunk feeds through the eye–

Core vitality

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Ode to the Sun

Our volatile sun
elemental brother
we’re in awe of you
your fiery upsets outshine
our greatest eruptions

No great flood could touch you   
We cannot meet, even halfway

You intensely contribute
under duress, your energy
formation’s brunt within  
release your stores
our warmth, water, standards        

Our escaping world, which
eventually could outrun

Your extended, warm hold cuddles us  
while your stalwart presence pushes us
away hot / cold

Sustenance, you bring us up  
through your incompetence      

We survive, perhaps dread the day
you may catch up; we admire your suggestive

Waving through our shield, casting  
Aurora’s colorful shows; we adore
not without warning


Written for “Thursday Inspiration #185 ‘Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me“, via newepicauthor. Visit the link for participation guidance.

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Ode to the Sun” is the 2nd draft of an original poem written in August and posted to Life Poetic on Aug 21, 2022

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Sounds In The Night

Have you experienced, nocturnally
as you lay awake, ear upon ground

Not voices, nor creatures nor dissonance
but a sensical crepitation . . .

An interesting, steady and unending
completely reliable pulsation . . .

Eventually realized as the buffered
churning, the mechanical pumping

Never-ending, reliable soothing
sounds of overnight metal workhorses

When deepest silence makes evident that
Earth groans under local pumpjacks.


Prompted by Fandango post at This, That, and The Other
(Ragtag Daily Prompt—crepitate)

Featured photo by Arne Hückelheim, CC BY-SA 3.0


Video featuring sounds of an oil pumpjck, via YouTube & BlackAtom Productions—where you’ll find “Rest and Relaxation” sleep videos

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