optimism

SIMPLY THE SUN

(MAGICAL REPOST TO COUNTERACT THUNDER STORMS)

 

The sun is not mysterious enough

To rate writing about

Moon mystique is endlessly

Fascinating

Appearing in the darkness

Drawing our blood, tides

And ruling our emotions

Contrast the sun

A necessity for all life

Dosing us with Vitamin D

Nothing enigmatic though

Just there

Even if it seems invisible

Like during polar winters

Of utter darkness

Or on stormy sub-tropical noons

Even on cloudy beaches

Evidenced by the wind-blown skin damage

It is there on twilight evenings

As night-bloomers like Evening Primrose

Open and stretch

Toward its sleepy rays

Dark or light

Dim or bright

The sun is always there

No, nothing mysterious about it

Just a burning ball having

Occasional tantrums

As the spots explode

We understand its punishment

On desert roads

Our bodies mercilessly drying

There are so many moon songs

But not many sun ones

So what’s to write about?

Yet, my favorite time of day is dawn

When the sun sails above the Earth

Breaking through the horizon’s rim

My heart thuds loudly because another day

Another chance for a good day

Is once again hovering in the dawn

Let it be today, I think longingly

Let it be today…

 

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Morning Sun June 2016

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REPOST FOR OPTIMISM: DECK PRISM

 

In years past

Before electricity

Crystals were faceted

And used below decks

In sailing ships

To lighten the darkness

***

Safer than candles

Or kerosene lamps

Solar power refracting

Dispersing

Natural sunlight

***

So despite keelhauling,

Brutality and impressing

Drunken men or young boys

Our sea-going ancestors

Knew the secret of the sun

Knew not to waste

Too many natural resources

***

Although the whales were sacrificed

For their ability to provide fat for tallow

There is always an oblation

A diminishment of a species

Offered to the jealous gods

Who are expected to return the favor

By keeping us safe

***

On those rare, but dark days,

Of my soul

I seek the deck prism

Feel its vibration

Huddle around its meager, but reliable, light

And allow the power to transform

Mind and mood

Into a bursting crystal of

Optimism

Because light will always reappear

If we force ourselves through the

Shadows of life

That come

But most importantly

Go…

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)