Night and darkness
Day is missed
Could it be that the weather man
Forgot to change the plugs
On last year's sun fuse blown
This is what powers day
He went to bed a' left
Darkness to gloom on light
Spring is late,
The sunbirds are not heard
Singing in such sweet voice, known
Silver and gold can not
Buy the need of man
Too many of us to satisfy
The season is late,
The sun, the giver of life
Is much needed
For the candle of life
Is on the brink of burn out,
It sits in flicker of melted wax
And few walk with smiles
On their face like holiday,
The weather man is to be told
Spring is late, joy is owed
Happiness in tow
Flowers to blossom
powerful and thoughtful poem.. Smiles..
ReplyDeleteSomeone is Special
love this one,
ReplyDeletebeautiful twists of thoughts, well done.
A++
May spring arrive quickly for you ...it's autumn here!
ReplyDeleteMay the weather man plug in the sun and warm your heart and bring smiles.
An ethereal take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful song I feel it is.. :)
For the candle of life
Is on the brink of burn out,
It sits in flicker of melted wax .. intense and just right to express the feeling..
Hugs xxx
That was a poem filled with the most beautiful thoughts and expressions!! Loved every line you expressed and was so much like a song. Hope you are seeing better days and spring is just around the corner!!
ReplyDeleteSpring is late this year. Nice piece.
ReplyDeleteSo that explains it! I hope the fuse gets changed soon.
ReplyDeleteWhen he is entrusted with some responsibility, he had better not "forget" to plug in the fuse on time... whheeww.. But at least I CAN hope that Spring will be here soon...
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifully woven poem, Kodjo.. bravo!