HERE COMES THE SUN
All this white
before my eyes,
this clear clot
above the sky.
Heat rolls in,
warms
the cold bones
of morning.
It massages
its salve in me,
a weightless
shadowed flicker.
Morning
believes in its
own dreams,
and it whispers… Here comes the sun.
for dVerse Quadrille #83 “Sun” ©️ Misky 2019
It's Still Life 
7 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #83”
Such a clever piece – I particularly liked the ambiguity in the imagery – the sun both as a ‘clear clot’ and a kind of obscuring whiteness. The sun is coming for better and for worse.
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I used to love summer heat, but as I age, it’s become a mixed blessing. I tend to scurry into shade now. 🥴
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I like the thought of morning believing in its own dreams.
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I like the slow progression of that heat, warming the old bones then coming of the sun.
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Excellent write Misky. I was held attentive through the read, thank you for sharing this! 🙂 Heat is not my friend either… 🙂
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That last stanza and the stand-along line–delicious. Nice imagery in this.
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I too like the last stanza. I have that song lyric “here comes the sun” looping in my head.
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