The Glory of the Sun

For the prompt, Glory, Mid-week Motif on Poets United.

The Glory of the Sun
“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering…The sunlight was a benediction.” Dan Simmons, Drood

My mother lay in her bed
slowly murmurming.
She was now in a skilled nursing
facility after being taken care of
at home by me.
But Alzheimers, seizures, weakened heart, failing kidneys caused the doctor
to recommend the care in a skilled nursing facility.
Visiting every day, pushing her
around the facility in a wheelchair,  taking her
to meals and special events.
One day she had a severe seizure
and she became non-verbal and bedridden.
One morning she quietly died.
I looked at her peaceful face
reflecting the glory
of the early June sun
streaming in from the window
by her bed.

mama on deck

my mother on her deck in Florida 10 years before her death

Haibun: Cornfield

A quadrille (44 words sans title plus the word for the day).  Today at dVerse the word is “sun”.

The Cornfield
“A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.” Anne Bronte

The cornrnfield stretched on forever. I walked down the rows letting the leaves stroke my arms, my face. The sun hung in the sky like a trinket on a Christmas tree.
rows of corn
broken by rows of shade
under a summer blue sky

Unknown Worlds

For Bjorn’s prompt at Real Toads:  Cosmology and the creation of our universe, our expanding universe.

Unknown Worlds
“f you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.” Carl Sagan

I remember the moment when as a child,
I realized there were people I did not know.
I was standing up in the backseat and looking
out the car window at another car full of people.
I said to my papa,
I don’t know those people over there.
My mother turned around and said, of course you don’t.
they don’t live in our neighborhood.
I pondered it.
I remember standing on a chair watching my grandmother
roll out pastry for a pie.
She put it in the oven and I went outside.
I looked up into the blue sky at the sun.
Later that day when it had changed to night
I looked up at the stars.
I know you, I said.
I know all of you.

 

This Poem is Moon, Stars, and Sun

For Sherry’s prompt at Real Toads, a boomerang metaphor poem in the manner of Hannah Goselin who created the form.  This poem is longer than I like but I have cut it down as much as I can.

This Poem is Moon, Stars, and Sun

This poem is a moon reflected on black water.
This poem is the sun rising over the ocean in an explosion of red.
This poem is the stars floating in the black night sky.

This poem is a green forest rising from the mist.
This poem is green cedars against pure white snow.
This poem is tiny white flowers hiding in spring green grass.

This poem touches us with wonder and awe,
it makes our breath catch in our throats
and look about our feet to not crush those tiny white flowers.

In our wonder and awe we look at the small animals
hiding beneath and under the cedars seeking nourishment and shelter.
The stars fall silent as dust in a dying blaze of fire.
We see the tiny white flowers beneath our feet too late
as we crush them into oblivion.
We weep in sorrow at the death of tiny flowers.
We weep in joy at the rising sun and the night stars
and the moon rippling on the water.
This poem is joy and sorrow,
silence and starry music,
this poem is about living in partnership with the earth.

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