Photo by Dave Shewmaker
Imagine this
A sunny day, no clouds in the sky
No chance of rain
You lie on the ground
Back nuzzled into the grass
Looking up at the sky
Basking the warmth of the sun’s rays
Now picture this
The warmth disappears
Yet the sun still remains in the sky
Not a cloud in its way
Nothing between you and it
You see it but you do not feel it
The warmth was just there
But within moments, it was gone
Now think about his
Is it the sun’s fault
That you cannot feel its rays
Did the sun stop shining
Was there a cloud blocking the rays
Was there a breeze blowing over
Surely there was not
Because anyone around you could see
The sun’s rays are still touching you
And they would say how wonderful it is
Now change places
Think of yourself as the sun
And love as its rays
And I am the person on the ground
Did you stop shining on me
Did anything come between us
The answer is no, it is not your fault
There was not any other thing in the path
Now ask yourself this
Does this mean it is my fault
Something inside me has changed
Or did I just lose the ability to feel
What would you say
If I could only feel the sun’s warmth
When the sun is not there
But when the moon is out
Or when the clouds have taken over
Never think that I do not want to feel that warmth
This is a piece I wrote this over ten years ago. Interpretations are welcome.
About Kristi
Is it imaginary? Are you lying there soaking up the sun, not a worry in the world, and then all of a sudden, you are distracted. Suddenly you are thinking of some outside problem and over time it encompasses your entire being so that everything else is overpowered?
Maybe not imagination, something deeper?
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I’m not very good at interpreting any kind of art, but this was beautiful, and I’m impressed that you’ve kept it. I often throw out things only to regret it later.
WOW! Beautiful pictures, deep self-introspection, and view from other perspective and point of view.
I love it, Kristi! Great Post!
What has changed is internal. The heart has changed toward the love that is being shown.
I like that. I think it shows a depth of introspection and insight into your own emotions that you just don’t see in other writers. I don’t read a lot of poetry, but the organization and delivery of it was beautiful.
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no, the sun didnt stop shining or giving warmth. i am the one who has changed. that’s y i cant feel the love anymore…
beautiful post & totally gorgeous photo
Wow, really lost myself in that one – very good. I could actually feel the warmth of the sun and then feel it dissapear. I’m not big on interpretations, as I like to get lost in something directly told to me, and therefore I see it as even if you can’t feel something you can see so plainly and outright, it doesn’t mean to say it doesn’t exist.
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Photo really matches well with this poem. You have a typo there near the end right after this line. “Something inside me has changed
Or did I just lost the ability to feel.” Should be “lose” but really not a big deal, just thought you should know!
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What a beautiful and yet thought provoking poem !
I’m not even attempting to interpret this – I’m just going to read it again and loose myself in it !
Hoping the sun is shining warmly and brightly on your side !
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@Sire: I like that interpretation. I remember what I wrote it for originally, but reading it now, it seems to take on different meanings.
@Vered: The only writing I threw out was on accident. All of my journals from high school. It was in a box that should have gotten on a moving truck, but instead was tossed by the people helping me move. I miss those journals. I have since saved all my writing, mostly digitally now so I can keep backups.
@Aldhis: Thanks.
@Kim: The heart changed. But it did not choose to.
@Wayne: My writing has always been emotionally driven. Sometimes I do not even know what I will discover by the time the pen stops scribbling across the page. This was one of those times.
@Irtiza: Exactly.
@Chloe: Thanks. Yes, the photo by Dave just seemed to fit perfectly for this piece.
@Dan: Another great way to look at it.
@Web Marketing: Whoops, missed that. I was doing some last minute of that line, and forgot to get it to sync. Thanks for noticing.
@Jaffer: Yes, it definitely is now. Thanks!
Nice poetry..
Lovely picture too.
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OK, you got me. What did you write it for originally?
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oh my!!! just imagining it feels good…it reminds me on my previous holiday, GOD i wanna go to the same island again & again…thank you so…so…much for the poems you’ve written..i love them..
The interpretation of this poem, like the poetry itself, is something deeply personal. The beauty of poetry is that it has the ability to inspire and flick on the hidden flames of desire or passion within us. Just as it is in music, some songs resonate within our lives more than others and have the power to spur memories, particular emototions or inspire us to move forward.
Looking at this poem, it speaks of love, warmth and role reversal with questions inlaid for a more objective viewpoint. The nature of this poem speaks of love, and the poet shows a deep-seeded longing for love despite the many obstacles and questions (emotional, physical and mental).
The poet seeks to validate a strong recognition of love and also allows the reader to know that although love may appear to have been lost, it is still there to be found despite the readers inability to see or feel it in physical sense.
It is a poem of conditional questionw and asks the reader to look inside themselves and question their ability to love unconditionally even though their world may seem devoid of validated or reciprocated love.
Kiko, it must be a genetic thing because you, your dad and myself all inspire to pen the prose. Someday, I will share my silly ditty’s with you as well!
With love,
Uncle Pete
Just came here from Plurk when I noticed that you had a poetry site.
Very interesting poem, very clean and well designed. I was impressed by the change in places and the fact that you wrote it ten years ago. The only thing that I would have liked to see would be question marks after the question statements, but its obvious that you were going for a more free and open design, so that’s good too.
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You paint very good imagery with your writing.
@kuanhoong: Thanks.
@Sire: Originally, it was written about how you can be totally in love with someone, and then one day realize the feeling of being loved by them disappears, not by any fault of theirs.
@Daniel: I’m glad you like them!
@Uncle Pete: Wow, that was a wonderful interpretation. And I’m glad to know where I get my writing from… no one else I knew had the poetry writing bug like I do.
@Nathan: I used to do punctuation, but after awhile, I felt like it somehow inhibited others from freely translating the poem as it felt to them. So yes, it is about being open and free writing style.
@Ingrid and Isabel: Thanks.
I would think the sun is something or someone you love and who loves you. Could be a parent, a friend, a significant other. Could be God. Even though this entity still appears to “radiate” love, you no longer feel the warmth of the rays. Very insightful and and not too specific so it relates to many; most of us with any life experience have realized this “brown-out” of Love. Some would criticize your style as too simplistic but I would disagree. So many poets work so hard to be obscure that you can’t understand a dam thing they’re saying. Lastly, I enjoyed reading it and read the whole thing. That’s an accomplishment to the poet these days.