The sun tiptoed around the room,
When it entered, I was unaware;
It looked for you on the bed, on the floor,
It was looking everywhere
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aren't you ashamed of yourself, ms.colon? But I was laying there alone..............laying there? ? ? ? come on. i thought you were a perfect poet (almost) ! well, i guess there CAN'T be two of us. at least some of the PH poets know the difference between using 'laying' and 'lying' in this case. or ARE YOU A HEN! ? i once digested an iron nail, but never, NEVER have i digested irony! (to be continued) ...........
A beautiful poem that remains in the readers' minds long after it has been read. The last stanza is priceless!
an arresting write...with the sun as the subordinate character in this story of bonding!
When you left the sun did follow, The rays of love, answering to your name! those are the words that make poetry reading worthwhile. it made my day, Lora.
" But I was laying there alone" argh! OH! i just started to read my almost-three year old comment, and i see i already touched on " laying" vs. " lying" . So many people 'misuse' tenses of " lie" and " lay" that i'm now beginning to feel i was taught improperly in school. Ha ha! bri :)