Risk of Blindness

Posted: June 25, 2016 in poem, poet, poetry
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As we gaze out into the morning’s early start, it is predawn twilight. The Sun will surface very
soon, but for now its only evidence is a lighter sky and crimson horizon. The Orange Orb
will peek above the earth’s rim, through the lightly layered clouds, at first slowly. But with a
squint and blink of the eye, it will appear to pop to the surface as an air filled buoy rising
from the Atlantic’s depths. It will be a perfect Orange Circle with sharp defined edges.
For just a moment, we get a glimpse of the Sun with the naked eye. For just a moment,
as it rests in the distance, we can see its round completeness. We are allowed only that
brief moment before it turns into a bright burning point of light that for the rest of the day
we are forbidden to stare at for risk of blindness. This is how our days begin.

DSS

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Comments
  1. It is! And I love it! The predawn twilight…it fills me with hope, awe, excitement of what the day might hold, joy, “Let’s get this day on! Don’t want to miss a minute!” , etc! I say, “Good morning, Sun!”
    I, also, love the time of day right at sunset…I say, “Good night, Sun! Hello, Moon!” 🙂
    Great descriptions, J!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  2. iampeacenow says:

    Wonderful write and perspective. peace & smiles

    Liked by 1 person

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