Under the Sun

Under the Sun

A Poem by Laz K.

Had we but lives longer than

the blink of an eye,
would we spy the wheel we’re tied to,

and from the clod,
would we look to the sky?

Long ago, it was pronounced:
no matter where you look,
where you run,
there is no new thing

under the same old sun.

The king is dead, long live the king!
O, but winter has always been,
and is still followed by spring.

Hush now, hush,
do you hear the wind
as it moves across the pond?

The leaves rustle,
the dogs in the distance bark,
and atop a tree
sings a lovely little lark.

Never do they debate,
make demand, or with you vie,
but as softly as a feather
falls upon the forest floor,
they whisper and sigh:

How long will you crawl,
when you could
grow wings and fly, fly, fly!

 

© 2025 Laz K.


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

' it was pronounced:
no matter where you look,
where you run,
there is no new thing

under the same old sun.'

Perhaps we need taste rather than merely nibble! A mere glance, a brief pause, gives little more than a shadow. Surely we need substance to grow wings and fly off and away into.. who knows!

Posted 1 Day Ago


this poem moves and rustles with a steady beat...I think if it were a plane rather than a poem it would take off quite nicely...and the audience would be looking up in awe.
j.

Posted 2 Days Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

37 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on February 19, 2025
Last Updated on February 19, 2025

Author

Laz K.
Laz K.

Hungary



About
I make stories, and they make me. more..

Writing
Europa Europa

A Poem by Laz K.


Thou Sayest Thou Sayest

A Poem by Laz K.