SUN

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    SUN

     Abrading Star Among the World.

    Making Shadows Interactable.

    Feeding the Anchored Producers of Air.

    Symbolizing the hope that abolishes dispair.

    Shining in the mist of Days and Nights.

    Perpetually Alert, to convert mine darkness to light.

    For reasons beyond the trained sight.

    It don't Shine the way it use to.

    The rest of my mind don't see you.

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    ayyan commented on SUN

    04-10-2010

    The Sun is all powerful and have put forth most of the active nature in this writing which are good and powerful to think for our activeness - a'yan
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    Springsize commented on SUN

    01-23-2010

    I like this poem... a Lot...you've captured apt control of words to illustrate major forces...my favorite -- "feeding the anchored producers of air"... and I totally understood every word, until the last two lines...Does the brain feel dark from despair or from a society, uncaring, or from pollution? You are very aware for one so young.
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    dahlusion commented on SUN

    01-20-2010

    Deep thoughts, solid thinking, the sun, the moon, beautiful...nice job!
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    Karma885 commented on SUN

    01-09-2010

    the poems kinda short. but then again i like short poems. lol i like it. so true bout the sun and how poetic it is. GOOD JOB IT GETS A TEN. BE SURE TO COMMENT ON MY RECENT POEMS
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    Randee commented on SUN

    10-04-2009

    Some nice energy in this work, and an opening promise that holds reader/speaker attention.--effective use of assonance; I feel the assonance delivers more music than the end rhyme. The poem does not seem to be helped much by the two "don't" inclusions in the last two lines, and the "mine" in "mine darkness" draws unwarranted attention. It's an inviting work.
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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