The Sun Is A Thief

 

The sun comes up
too early now
I run out of time
before sunrise
while I am lost in thought
appreciating the quiet time
all of a sudden
light comes creeping in
through the slats of the blinds
day has arrived
before it was wanted
my quite time stolen
I am robbed of my time
by the brazen sun
so I beg the thief
please return my time
no questions asked
I need that time
for writing and reflection
for all other things
there's time enough.
 
 

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John Botterill

Mon 6th Dec 2021 11:45

Wow. I like the whole concept of this poem. The personification of the sun, reminiscent of Donne (Busy, old fool unruly sun)
Loved it, Dk
John Botterill

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