When the sun met the clouds
She drenched them in gold
"A new day" she sang
"A new way" she crooned
So few people heard her
In their early morning
putter and sput, vague
chew on early morning news
piped through the cable
and the ether and the wireless
Her chin rested on her flat palm
as she mused upon this as the
singing and drenching caused
the bouncing rays to cast a
cement fragrance on the rows
of houses across the street
The sun never laments
the ones who don't notice
Instead, she delights in the
ones that do
Lessons to be learned in
these transitions, she thought
As she rose from the table
to greet the rest of the day
I like how her identity is hidden until the end. A little correction: "the one who doesn't" or "the ones who don't"
Congrats on your first Monday Train post. Thank you for sharing this lovely, upbeat poem.
Posted by: Yousei Hime | February 01, 2010 at 10:43 AM
Yeah, I like this, very refreshing! I love the dialouge bit, 'She sang' 'She crooned'.
Posted by: Andy Sewina | February 01, 2010 at 02:16 PM
Liked how you used 'rest' in two meanings and the expression'cement fragrance'.
Posted by: Gordon Mason | February 03, 2010 at 06:56 AM