Why Doesn’t the Sun Bleed

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

Even the Sun directs our gaze away from
itself and to the life illumined by it.
─ Eberhard Arnold

The Sun himself is weak when he first rises and
gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.
─ Charles Dickens

The day of the Sun is like the day of a king.
It is a promenade in the morning,
a sitting on the throne at noon,
a pageant in the evening.
  ─ Wallace Stevens

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Why Doesn’t the Sun Bleed

by Irene Fowler

Scary, cruel or unjust; If it bleeds it leads
The daily gospel of major news-feeds
Ergo; if the sun is life, and life is blood
Why doesn’t the sun bleed.

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Streets of rivers of spilled blood
Hazmat, clean up crews at the ready
For a grim job all too dependable and steady
Why doesn’t the sun bleed.

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When soldiers on deadly battlefields
Empty their life’s finite red pool
Every human a priceless, precious, jewel
Why doesn’t the sun bleed.

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If the rain pours down unstopped
And the snow falls in perfect drops
While, huge, angry hailstones, shell and shock
Why doesn’t the sun bleed.

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Ruthless world leaders; all mad-clowns
Flaunt their vile, reprobate crowns
Self-aggrandize, yet masses choke, splutter and drown
Why doesn’t the sun bleed.

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Depraved, cankered, greedy capitalism
In lockstep with odious, vile despotism
Stoking toxic flames of concocted schism, tribalism and racism
Why doesn’t the sun bleed.

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Polar bears skating on melting, fragile ice-sheets
Monarch butterflies, unable to aptly breed
Red pandas, white rhinos, lions, tigers; precious species impeded
Why doesn’t the sun bleed.

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Divine authority and life force
The supreme cosmic power
Royal orb of splendour and brightness
And watcher of humanity
Why doesn’t the blood-red sun bleed?

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© 2022 by Irene Fowler

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2 Responses to Why Doesn’t the Sun Bleed

  1. Timely. Good poems and the thought of the sun weeping with blood so accurately. It is a pity that in the world then pandem, then war Maybe the world decided to self-destruct and is now looking for the cause.

    • Irene Fowler says:

      Thank you Natalja. Your remarks are indeed food for thought.
      Kind regards,
      Irene

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