CXXVI: Day

Also from my writing class anthology when I was in grade eleven. The 25 poems in total, some far inferior to others, and all not my best work, were thematically divided into "Night" and "Day" sections after the corresponding poem. I also "illustrated" each poem's page with colouring pencils the night before the project was due. I am no artist, friends.

Here is yesterday's counterpart:

Day

The day, his prying eyes

Curious with innocence

He planned wind and chaos,

This heartless prince.

He wanted prisms of light

Blended in colour and hue,

But left unsatisfied

He waits for you.

He thought mild sun

And beams relaxing tense.

Instead blinding sun persists,

Sublimes veins of Florence.

He hoped new lessons learned

In wisdom and flight.

If only he existed

You needn't face night.

I once posted a poem called "Man" on poetry.com and unfortunately it's not there anymore! That is the one I would like to share most, so when/if I find it you know where it'll be.