Lora Colon

Gold Star - 12,136 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

Did The Sun Hear? - Poem by Lora Colon

This morning the sun rose in a peculiar way,
As if it were afraid to announce the day,
First, with a cautious eye, it scoured the land,
Timid, with a fear of untold reprimand,
Slowly, its ribbons of light were unwinding,
But so pale, they could hardly be called blinding,
What could be the cause of the sun's hesitance?
What could have been said that brought this reticence?
I wonder, did the sun hear my idle threats?
Last night, missing you, I was filled with regrets,
My heart defiled, my pain starting to accrue,
I dreaded facing a new day without you,
And as the morning dawned, I said foolish things:
'How dare the sun rise, knowing the pain it brings!
Has it no compassion, just heartless cruelty?
I wish the sun would drown in a stormy sea!
Its flames be extinguished, leaving but embers,
Crying for the past glory it remembers,
What I wouldn't do to make the sun depart,
Too long has it thrown flaming knives at my heart! '
And so, for my heartbreak, I would blame the sun
And wish for the day to be over and done;
Regretting my folly, I now realize
My words, spoken in angst, were cruel and unwise,
Fear not, Sun, nothing will harm your dazzling flame,
For my pain and loneliness, you're not to blame,
So rise, dear Sun, fill the world with your glory,
I'll cast blame on the night for my purgatory

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Did The Sun Hear? by Lora Colon

  • Amitava Sur (11/25/2015 1:43:00 AM)


    An intense penning where your pains were oozing in anger and helplessness, but realizing it you wished the sun to rise usually at the end. Very nice Lora. Yes, I believe you have every right to express your dissatisfaction too. Read my to day's poem and the latest ones. (Report) Reply

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  • Alice Perfect (11/22/2015 12:21:00 PM)


    please sun come again
    in spite of lora's
    bad mouth and gin! ! !
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  • (11/21/2015 1:13:00 PM)


    An interesting poem, Lora, oozing with imagination. Thought i was the only one that had chastised the sun. Sunrise often came round too soon for me, in my younger days, especially after a few drinks the night before.
    Too long has it thrown flaming knives at my heart! ........ I like this line.
    Enjoyed the rhyming, Lora. Well done.
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  • Bri Edwards (11/19/2015 9:03:00 PM)


    favorite lines so far:

    “Slowly, its ribbons of light were unwinding,
    But so pale, they could hardly be called blinding, ”

    and ……

    “Its flames be extinguished, leaving but embers,
    Crying for the past glory it remembers, ” ……………………is there no end to your rhyming ability? ?

    GREAT story (fiction, RIGHT?) AND great rhyming throughout!

    BRI’s RESPONSE:


    Pity the Moon

    Now that Lora has made up with the Sun,
    I’ll bet her next move, for Moon, won’t be fun.

    She’ll nag him to death, or certainly to fear,
    and, with his green cheese, the Moon will drink beer,
    AND not rise in the sky for near a fortnight,
    until the Moon is satisfied that Ms. L’s out of sight.

    I’ll send this one of Lora’s to my/our November “a showcase for PH poets”, Section C.
    thanks in advance. bri :)
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2016


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