He asks me to sit
And watch the sun rise
From beyond the horizon line
As it is set free to hang above us.
He tells me we’ll see
The moon fall back down
As its brighter companion
Will fly where we can’t.
He begs me to sit
And watch the sun rise
And I do
I let him smile in his ignorant bliss
Instead of reminding him
That the sun does not rise
We are only stuck
Spinning wildly around it
While it stands still.
Poetry
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I enjoyed reading this poem. It is complex, and I think it could hold multiple meanings. I read it a few times, and I still feel as if I do not understand it in its entirety. The fact that you mention that the sun doesn’t rise adds somewhat of a negative feeling.
i liked this poem! nice point in it…i like that you wrote, we’re spinning wildy around it