A Walk Into The Sun


A Walk Into The Sun

Aimlessly spinning,


Need a place to center,


A continuous obsession,


Only one thing will content her,


Systematic searching,


Doesn’t seem to be working,


She only finds static,


And her life becomes erratic,


Her world begins to crumble,


And through this maze she stumbles,


Into the wrong hands,


She blindly turns,


Torn again,


When will she learn?


So many times her hearts been slain,


The only thing constant in her life is pain,


Now which way will she turn?


Will she once again be burned?


Will she chance the great unknown?


Or be content to be alone?


Then, disillusioned,
She walks straight into the sun,
Thinking it’s the moon,


And she screams,
And she cries,
That she knows ,
Love is coming soon.

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gogant commented on A Walk Into The Sun


I wanted to say one other thing, Calliope......I am in awe over the photo that goes with this poem.............................gogant

gogant commented on A Walk Into The Sun


Well, as Johnny Cash sang....."I keep a close watch on this heart of mine." But still, one tends to wander and gets hurt when you're not looking. A lovely poem, indeed..............................gogant

Rhymer commented on A Walk Into The Sun


With exceptional writing demonstratd in this piece you will realize your dream of completing and publishing your book of fiction. 10 from me.

SavVySam commented on A Walk Into The Sun


Hello Calliope~Lovely poem fashioned in a artist way to dramatize and emphasize the content. I can feel and see her thought process, and the hesitation to engage her heart once more. Very nicely done!

dahlusion commented on A Walk Into The Sun


"So many times her hearts been slain, The only thing constant in her life is pain," Such a painfully poetic lline. Beautiful!!



Thank you this poem was very symbolic of my life and times in love,lol, you can can only get this perspective by being in the midst,if you know what i mean,this was written long ago but has never lost its meaning,i come back to it time and again because i feel it still

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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