Married to the Sun
One ray makes an incision through a layer of cloud to land
like a stream of gold upon my outstretched hand.
It is no illusion that its trail of liquid gold
winds around my finger. It’s a beauty to behold.
All my life, it’s true I’ve not belonged to anyone,
but now it is official. I am married to the sun.
Why else would just one sun ray make the decision to linger
of all the places in the world, only upon my finger?
Prompt words for today are trail, liquid, illusion and linger.
Beautiful
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Perhaps not married, but one thing is sure: we all LOVE the sunlight. 🙂
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Actually, I have a pigment disease so have to avoid the sun like the plague. I like sitting in the shade looking out at it.
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Sorry to hear that! But at least you can look out on a bright world.
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I just need to be careful to always wear sunscreen when I’m out for long.
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Just beautiful. Thank you.
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Thanks, JoHanna.
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A lovely poem Judy!
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