I stay fixated
on mysterious blues
boundlessness of ether
glued on the sky –
fascinated
as it pulls a shroud
darkness on the day
I’m sure gods live there
to hold sun, moon, stars
clouds and winds
battles not spared
-the sky never attacks
the sky never rescinds
It’s a myth they say
you’ll hit nothingness
yet blues hold a world
divinity holds sway
cherished and chased
straightened, unfurled
It flags desire
drives ambition
-those who fly across
wear wet clouds
-hear rendition
of windsongs loud
-uncover mystery
of the Sun
middle-aged Sun falling apart
to find another path or cart
Written for Tuesday Poetics

Like the idea of middle aged sun! 😃
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I read an article somewhere that the Sun has reached its midlife as per physicists, and started disintegrating. It will become a huge red star in the end, but that’s a long way to go 😀
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Wonderful…you aced it!
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Thank you, Patricia!
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Of course gods live there. Where else? 🙂
–Shay
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Wish they were amongst us ☺️
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Oh, Reena, what a lush flow of imagery.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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