8 Am

8 Am short poem

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It was about 8 am. I was just walking.
The weather was freezing, I remember, but it was a lovely day.
And I was just walking.
And the trees looked sad.
And the grass seemed blue.
Kind of a depressing scenery, don’t you think?
So, I’m not sure why did I find it oddly comforting…
I was just walking.
Walking and thinking.
Thinking about my life, about him, about what should I do.
I feel like I’m losing him.
Then I felt The Sun. Its light. Its warmth.
I almost neglected it, but I stopped and turned to it.
I looked straight into it, into The Sun:
The Sun that rises and falls every day.
But nevertheless it continues its routine. And it never gives up.
It was about 8 am. I was just walking.

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Shirley B

Life goes on, no matter what, and the fact we can gain optimism from that is well observed in this poem.
‘Then I felt The Sun. Its light. Its warmth.’

Robert Haigh

An interesting mood piece. Sometimes our moods can influence the way we feel about our surroundings, and then suddenly, our surroundings can give us a nudge (reminding us how lovely they are) and our mood improves. Nicely penned.

Himaja meka

Good carved expressions..’nevertheless it continues its routine’ is so intense.good one