It is the middle of a sunny summer day
I am running down the stairs
quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me.
We all want to see the Sun
It just fell down in the front yard
I saw it coming down like an overripe cantaloupe,
staining the sky with sticky, succulent golden juices.
There it is,
lying on the ground,
a giant orange, trampling the grass it landed on,
squirting its warm essence all over our bodies.
The neighbourhood dogs are running around,
barking at this strange visitor.
I approach it warily. I touch it.
It is warm and beautiful,
glistening in the mid-noon light.
I remember well the feelings of amazement, incredulity,
inexplicable joy overwhelming me
and the comical expressions of confusion
on the faces
of my neighbours.


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Thank you so much for showcasing so much talent in one day, my dear friend. After our phone call this afternoon, this has been a remarkable Sunday on the Sim Common with Boris!
It is a curious problem that the sun in the front yard is also enjoys the benefit of the experience with "It is warm and beautiful,/ glistening in the mid-noon light.
It is not a puzzle to me that such delight should be taken with natural world when its observation is coupled intimately with unbridaled imaginative creation.
Amazing and captivating work - Thank you Boris.
you turned the whole thing
into a poem
its perfectly synthesized
it even makes it more sublime and beautiful
...
but thats just cause im a poetry fan
congratulations
The band The Great Lake Swimmers has a song in which the sun falls from the sky, "drunk from drinking all the heat."
While the poem relates the subjective personal experience with vivid and tangible detail, it also makes the memorable experience a collective reality, confident that this warming experience is shared with the neighbors, the dogs, shining not just from the sun, but shining along with the sun.
out of a shady reverie
into the power of the sun
imperfect perfection of poetry
Ripe melon juice confection fun
we realize this reality
dream, self, and sun are one
Boris, at some point of time I really need to learn to tune in more to your frequency. But these hours are ...
Ra Atum!
Isis
Isis
Still true boy genius and wunderkind, master of time and space!
Isis
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I love the idea that we can feel the ripeness in your poem, Boris. What a great imagination you have.
Karen~