Sunlight

Mid-morning,
and my son is ill.
The sun is
too bright for
me on this day; I want fog
to soften the light.

/ / /

This poem, a shadorma, started out as a haiku/senyru, but just wouldn’t work. I had to expand it out to a slightly longer form.

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4 thoughts on “Sunlight

  1. It is hard to restrict thoughts when our children are sick. Your concern shows in every word. And how right you are, bright days feel a bit wrong when someone is ill. I hope he feels better soon.I

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