Harvesting The SunA Poem by Chris ShawA little sunlight can go a long way
I hold within and won't release
uplifting sights of priceless gold, full glory to the rising day. Behold the harvest gathered in that Turner with his brush conveyed displays of richest opulence. My mind is brimful, filled with brights, of lucent, lustrous, blazing sky, a palette of my own delights. And dappled, dancing glints at sea, all misery be done, be gone, you can't compete with morning sun. You can't compete with nature's gifts, a therapy for those whose eyes are dimmed by doldrums of the dark. A spark for some is all it takes, a blinding flash for them to see a lighted match can offer hope.
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37 Reviews Added on June 27, 2018 Last Updated on June 27, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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