The Sun in Poetry
Aye, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be of the cloth of meadows. And—good workman— And let there […]
Poetry
Sunny Sundays!
In celebration of all things sunny, Parking Suns now features every Sunday a different YouTube music clip about the sun! This week’s entry: The final scene from the movie Topsy-Turvy, in which one of
The Moon in Poetry
Winter Trees All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a
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Combatting Anxiety by Writing Poetry
Problem: It’s the holiday season. I live in a town with steep hills. It just snowed. This wouldn’t bother most people, but my Parkinson’s anxiety works non-stop, so I’m quivering
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The Sun in Poetry
The Idler An idle lingerer on the wayside’s road, He gathers up his work and yawns away; A little longer, ere the tiresome load Shall be reduced to ashes or
The Moon in Poetry
Lacquer Prints [By Messenger] When there was a clear moon, I sat down To write a poem About maple trees. But the dazzle of moonlight In the ink Blinded me,
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Sonnet Response to “Richard Cory”
On a recent sunny fall day I was walking the streets of Manhattan. My PD drugs were “on,” and I felt glorious and, well, glittery. I remembered a phrase from Edwin
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Tired Sonnet
This is another mediocre sonnet that I wrote on the train going to and from Manhattan. However, it’s true that I often feel tired in the morning and don’t
The Sun in Poetry
Sunset Great carnal mountains crouching in the cloud That marrieth the young earth with a ring, Yet still its thoughts builds heavenward, whence spring Wee villages of vapor, sunset-proud.— And
The Sun in Poetry
The Inward Morning Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears, And in its fashion’s hourly change It all things else repairs. In vain I look