The Consequences of Staring at the Sun by Megan GuimbellotThere is sunlight between the trees/ it filters green, and warm.
There is sunlight behind the clouds, just waiting.
There is hope.
They say it's the calm before the storm,
that it is always darkest before dawn.
They say it is what it is,
to live and let live.
They say to give up
and to hold on.
Constantly
contradicting. (Don't listen)
Feel the wind across your face and breathe in deep. Be alive.
Feel everything.
Be love.
Be light. 07/30/2010 Author's Note: People always seem to lose track of what is really important. It's not money or cars or designer handbags you can fit a rat-sized designer dog in. It's the mornings and the sunset and the feel of someone's hand, warm in yours.
Posted on 07/31/2010 Copyright © 2024 Megan Guimbellot
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/31/10 at 02:29 PM Good point Megan. |
Posted by Tom Goss on 08/02/10 at 04:43 PM So true, though suffering too is the poet's glue. We try, stumble, try again. |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/02/10 at 07:12 PM I like your appreciation of the really important things. The latest gadget or material object can never bring true joy. Well said Megan. |
Posted by Erin Eymard on 09/22/10 at 09:38 PM Wonderful advice, Megan! There is often nothing better than the rain of sunshine through the trees! |
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