After the Solstice

The sun, somebody's beaten dog, moves slightly
Closer every day. Still not near enough to touch,
I speak to it. I leave it food. In time, it will
Become less skittish. At some point, I'll feel
Its warmth and it will linger next to me, the way
It does each year before the poor thing's driven off.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-12-27 at 16:33

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2022-01-03


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Some describe it as the source of all life (on Earth), and it is true. There are many different ways of looking at it - not directly of course! Your poem has illuminated yet another vision of it. Deceptively simple. Bravo! (Excuse the puns, they were largely unintentional.) :)

Allen
2021-12-28


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice, good analogy. My bones crave heat, impatiently.
2021-12-27


KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Universal - "soldier"
2021-12-27