{"id":9185,"date":"2015-06-13T15:58:23","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:58:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9185"},"modified":"2015-06-13T15:58:57","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:58:57","slug":"the-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/the-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"archway\"<\/a><\/p>\n

It’s a great picture<\/p>\n

It really is<\/p>\n

Tall gray-stoned wall<\/p>\n

Reaching around a sweet meadow scene<\/p>\n

A happy tree waving at you<\/p>\n

But the picture is over exposed<\/p>\n

Really, the sun did not\u00a0cooperate<\/p>\n

It just shows up\u00a0there<\/p>\n

Ruining the whole scene<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sun is like that<\/p>\n

You go to a beach<\/p>\n

Lying in the soft sand<\/p>\n

playing peek-a-boo with a sand crab<\/p>\n

Who watches you warily shifting<\/p>\n

side to side to side<\/p>\n

When bam\u00a0the the sun shows up<\/p>\n

peeking out from behind a soft cloud<\/p>\n

All narcissistic and hot<\/p>\n

The sweat\u00a0rolls\u00a0into your eyes<\/p>\n

The\u00a0crab is disappointed because you stop playing<\/p>\n

Suddenly you have to get wet or go home<\/p>\n

Melting isn’t your thing<\/p>\n

But you were having fun, the crab was having fun.<\/p>\n

WTF?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Or maybe you’re\u00a0out driving<\/p>\n

swirling around the mountain<\/p>\n

Trying to keep your lane and enjoy the scenery<\/p>\n

When the sun decides to come down<\/p>\n

right into your line of vision<\/p>\n

and the visor and your special tinted glasses,<\/p>\n

even your trusty ever present<\/p>\n

hand shield just aren’t enough<\/p>\n

You should\u00a0pull over or risk killing someone<\/p>\n

But you drive anyway, squinting until you\u00a0resemble<\/p>\n

a big gerbil with wrinkles<\/p>\n

You try your wipers, you adjust that visor<\/p>\n

You look for an out and as soon as you get one<\/p>\n

There it is again.<\/p>\n

The sun just laughs and shines away<\/p>\n

It likes you to cower under its power.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh sure it gives way to the moon,<\/p>\n

the darkness takes over<\/p>\n

The sun runs off\u00a0to bother other people,<\/p>\n

Other sandcrabs and other witless drivers<\/p>\n

But it’s memory stays with you so much so<\/p>\n

That you almost look forward to dawn<\/p>\n

But that\u00a0damned sun decides it owns everything<\/p>\n

Just\u00a0like that\u00a0overbearing lover<\/p>\n

you wish\u00a0had just stayed away<\/p>\n

It pushes itself back everyday like well,<\/p>\n

that overbearing lover you wish had stayed away<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We do have air conditioning and<\/p>\n

our nicely built structures built around that coolness<\/p>\n

But the sun just sits and waits. Always waiting<\/p>\n

It knows you have to come out sometime<\/p>\n

And when you do, well you know the rest.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Say\u00a0you really need it though,<\/p>\n

Dead of winter where it has been<\/p>\n

cloaked by deep gray clouds for weeks<\/p>\n

It just stays out of reach<\/p>\n

Won’t even peek at you<\/p>\n

It won’t warm you<\/p>\n

it won’t come out to ease your frostbite<\/p>\n

or to help you scrape that windshield.<\/p>\n

No the sun is a bastard like that. It’s manipulative.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I know the sun is necessary, like taxes or death or jobs<\/p>\n

I do wish\u00a0had back all those nice over-exposed pictures its ruined,<\/p>\n

If I could get back those nice cool beach days<\/p>\n

Maybe sit and bask in a rain-shower just a few minutes longer<\/p>\n

I wouldn’t mind so much<\/p>\n

You know if\u00a0it would just cooperate<\/p>\n

Work with us<\/p>\n

Nope, the sun isn’t like that<\/p>\n

It just sits there shining and expects you to revolve around it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It’s a great picture It really is Tall gray-stoned wall Reaching around a sweet meadow scene A happy tree waving at you But the picture is over exposed Really, the sun did not\u00a0cooperate It just shows up\u00a0there Ruining the whole scene   The sun is…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9185","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9185","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9185"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9185\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9547,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9185\/revisions\/9547"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9185"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9185"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9185"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}