When the sun is your muse

The sun is shining on my words

it splashes cursive yellow

and caffeinated orange

all over my sleepy thoughts.

A bird flies by and blocks

a few dozen rays

the few-seconds burst of sudden shade

sends shivers down my pen

But the great ball of fire endures

and flirts with my ink again

it stirs the red within my soul

and I bleed my daily joy

of sun-picked words.

Author's Note

Sunrise painting by Leonid Afremov.

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"sun-picked words."
I like that. Almost like we don't choose the words but that the words are chosen themselves. It's lovely to have a muse and equally lovely reading you, SV.
That painting is awesome, as are all by Afremov that I've come across :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Yes, indeed, we don't choose them. We are mere broken vessels, temporarily guiding words to their best destinations :)

Thank you for reviewing, Yumna.

[Relic]

I often find the influence of setting reflects in what I write. Like a quiet sunset and a quiet day, your words may be silent and contemplative from your pen but speak aloud in thought when reading.

A nice job on this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Artwork and words. Amazing. The sun is a perfect muse to know. Thank you my friend for sharing your amazing words and poetry.
Coyote

[¿]

So much rupture in "when the sun is your muse"!! ;)
A moment or two captured splendidly...love both, the painting and the poem... thanks for sharing this! :))

[Ardra]

Stirs the Red within your soul....Mmmm i like that line a lot... :)

It's so good to see you posting again....
Like small doses of happiness...that we get as a kid I remember different colours of lollipop my grand father used to buy for us... red...green yellow.... your poem reminds me of those happy feelings...

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you for your kind review. My days are filling up so my random poems are becoming, ummm.... less random :P

[Ardra]

:) busy man.... don't forget the war with words heheheh:)