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Alone Under the Sun

Alone Under the Sun

The dry grass crinkled under my body as I lay myself down to stare into the warmth of the sun.Ā 

I stay there, in a peaceful state, thinking to myself.Ā The sun’s rays penetrate deep into my soul, cleansing it of misery. The more I stare, the more I am at ease.Ā 

Yet I feel a crack in my mind where my knowledge seeps out; gone without a logical trace. All I have learned must be unwound from the confines of my brain.

A rustle in the grass chills my skin as the wind dances across it. As the sun fades, I am brought back to reality where nothing is fair.Ā 

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Jenny Good

Tracey, another poignant and thoughtful write! It really resonates with me, that elusive feeling that sneaks up, feeling content and whole, but it makes a quick exit, as your poem concludes, brought back downto reality with the jarring unfairness of life at times.

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Jenny Good

Henry, This, as I stated above(but to the wrong writer..aaargh!!!) is one of those poems that, if you have been there, walking a similar emotional or situational path, resonates deeply. I am such a Colossal idiot for not paying better attention to the author. I am truly sorry that IĀ didn't address my comment to you(Tracey graciously sent me a heads up message ;-)

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BLOSSOM

Wouldn't worry Jenny we've all done it LOL:)

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BLOSSOM

Loved this Henry too! Ā A beautifully written poem. Ā I particularly liked the way you ended it

A rustle in the grass chills my skin as the wind dances across it. As the sun fades, I am brought back to reality where nothing is fair.Ā 

Such poignant words .... and so true! Ā A vote and nom from me:)

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