God in a hot afternoon

God in a hot afternoon

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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.

Light feet of sunlight

Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful.

Sun, quite full of youth…

The horse looks up and returns to food.

To a lean belly

Grass is god and love, life is chomping.

Young sun trespasses

 To a stretch of land of green twilight

Where he shall meet moon.

To a searing life, moonshine is god.

 

Reviews

[Damian Alan Gray]

I believe that, in spite of the language barrier, and perhaps because of this barrier, your poetic imagery is absolutely fascinating. I'll grant that I have to do a couple of read-throughs before understanding the true meanings of your poems, but each time it's like noticing something new and beautiful on a repeated walk through a park.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Fresh, wonderful imagery. keep up the good work.

Great Write.

[W.k.kortas]

Some wonderful and fresh imagery--e.g., the "sun [is] leaping over a cracked fence", "young sun trespasses-- combined with a very pastoral feel combine to make this a very fine piece of work indeed.

[Kasey Klein]

Grass is god and love.

Breathtaking, my friend.

[alternative_be]

The sun and the moon are eternally connected. So are life and death. We cannot divide them even if we tried. The divine creator works shall not be meddled with and that is what you point out so beautifully in this very touching poem.
This poem appeals to everyone, no matter what God they believe in or not believe in. You've yet created another gem!

[lori c]

sun/god, the reminder that god can be whatever, whomever we may be needing at any given moment in time. ,,,,moonshine,,,, is an interesting word. i am thinking you mean the light of the moon, although read another way, its open to interpretation. ;) there are no preachy conventions here, just a reminder to feed each spirit who reads this. excellent.