I wanted to write a poem about the night
but, instead, I wrote about the brilliance of the sun
How its golden fire burns against the azure skies
Without it, the world would be cold
Without it, there would be no happiness, no celebration
The earth would hang abandoned;
A dark and frozen plain without the sun and all its radiance.
About the Creator
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I wanted a place to share my poetry and short stories. I only hope that someone finds themselves in the words I have written.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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