Sleeping, I Did Not See The Dancing Sun

In Ireland, we had a belief, if you watched the Sun Rise on an Easter morning, it would dance in the sky  akin to what is claimed to have happened in Medjugorie. My grandfather got up each Easter morning,and claimed to have seen it, I was often told by my father.

In my little cottage for the first time at Easter, this year, I hoped to see it. But alas, I slept it out. And the weather could not have been better.

So, I wrote this poem on it, which I link to as the site wont allow Copy and Paste in Firefox, alas!

"Sleeping, I Did Not See the Dancing Sun"

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i relate to this...as in my younger years i missed many dancing suns...up most of the night, sleep till noon...

now in older age, i sleep very little...
i see both moons and suns dancing...life seems to precious to me to sleep it away.

i really like how you phrase your words.

jacob

[Tomás Ó Cárthaigh]

Thanks Jacob. The older I get, the more I sleep!

[Rita L. Sev]

We miss so much when we keep our yes closed... Excellent rhyme and rhythm and wonderful imagery in your poem; I enjoyed the tale you told, Tomas.