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The largest cymbal in the day’s dance band,
Sun beams love at us,
proud to empower
life even when most silent and hidden.
We who dream like cats in its beams grumble
but follow them window to window, cha-
cha-cha-ing to keep up with the spotlight.
How do we look from a
distance? we ask,
but no answers come from the ensemble
busy attending to its conductor.
Does Sun lead? Who cues the sun? we wonder.
Performance speeds on number to number.
Written for my prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Sun
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast
What a fascinating story..i picture big golden cymbals being hit together satisfyingly..always good for the spirits...
ReplyDeleteThe source of energy!
ReplyDeleteI love to imagine the sun as the largest cymbal in the day's dance band that compels us to perform...love the close...
ReplyDeleteThe group will play on under the conductor's lead irrespective of whatever happens. I like that sense of purpose Susan!
ReplyDeleteHank
Under the Sun...we all equal...when 'cha-
ReplyDeletecha-cha-ing to keep up with the spotlight.'
Wonderful message!
Poem is very unique and inspiring! Love your style.
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How fun and full of energy. Who wouldnt love to cha cha under the sun!
ReplyDeleteThis is an interesting perspective - cool question, how do we look from a distance? LOVE it being "the largest cymbal in the day's dance band" !
ReplyDeleteStrangely we always think of the Sun as some sort of servant pandering to our needs whereas the opposite applies and we are beholden to its whims.
ReplyDeleteWhat an imaginative view you've created, Susan! I enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteWow...unique observations and captivating, imaginative writes...love the cymbal-dance. Smiles.
ReplyDeletehypnotized by the sun, absorbing its energy to survive the day. we follow the sun, though sometimes we think it follows us
ReplyDeleteI like the sun represented as a crashing powerful cymbal ...Who cues the sun? That subject has been and will be hotly debated forever:)
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the largest cymbal in the dance band. So very true. And when this 'cymbal' is bright it can make our day. And yes, I too wonder how we look at a distance from the sun......if the sun can see us at all with all the other objects in the sky!!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is very unique and inspiring.
ReplyDeleteA very unique take on the rhythm of life.
ReplyDeleteI love those questions - who cues the sun ? ~ And that description of being the largest cymbal in the day's dance band -
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely prompt ~
Grace
Susan,
ReplyDeleteI love the notion of the sun as a cymbal, demanding attention with its energetic impact and shiny demeanour. Not to be outshone, or ignored!! Obviously, giving a very polished performance...Excellent ideas Susan..
Eileen
Ah. I love your thoughts here. So unique to think of the sun as the cymbal. I love you cha-cha-chaing to stay in the spotlight - the warmth of the sun. And that conductor, she sure knows how to make music.
ReplyDeleteWe who dream like cats - that is a great line..the whole poem is just wonderful..I often dream in the sunlight..
ReplyDeleteA really inventive metaphor, well carried through--certainly makes me crave some! Thanks, Susan. k.
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