POEM: The Hour of the Sun

Posted on July 25, 2020 by B Gourley

Like muscle-bound bouncers,
the twin mountains stood —
ominous & imposing.

An hour of light per day
squeezed between those broad shoulders.

One hour of sunlight —
in the good seasons,
when there was sun.

The villagers’ days pivoted on that hour.

Whatever is the opposite of a siesta, they lived it.
A fiesta?
an hour of frenetic love…
of dance
of the outdoors
of the sun
of love, itself.

Outsiders found the place dismal & gloomy,
but they never loved the sun
like those villagers love the sun.

11 thoughts on “POEM: The Hour of the Sun”

bejamin4 on July 25, 2020 at 4:07 pm said:

Nice!

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- B Gourley on July 25, 2020 at 4:07 pm said:
  
  thanks
  
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  - bejamin4 on July 25, 2020 at 4:11 pm said:
    
    welcome!
    
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Nancy Nelson on July 25, 2020 at 4:16 pm said:

amazing work!

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- B Gourley on July 25, 2020 at 4:22 pm said:
  
  Thanks.
  
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raniahashimm on July 25, 2020 at 6:45 pm said:

Amazing!

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d.a.simpsonwriter on July 25, 2020 at 8:10 pm said:

Absolutely fabulous! Love it!

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- B Gourley on July 25, 2020 at 8:50 pm said:
  
  thank you very much
  
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  - d.a.simpsonwriter on July 25, 2020 at 11:22 pm said:
    
    You’re very welcome
    
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arundhathipadmanabhan on July 27, 2020 at 3:47 pm said:

Beautiful

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