Soliloquy at the Solstice
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Soliloquy at the Solstice
I arrive overdressed for every summer solstice, buttoned into a blazing tuxedo of photons, strutting across the sky like a celestial vaudevillian who mistakes applause for weather. Today is my longest monologue, and I intend to use every minute of it. Gardens swoon. Ice cream negotiates surrender. Poets suddenly remember they own notebooks.
The Earth tilts my way and pretends it's astronomy, but we both know it's flirtation.
Below, humans celebrate with bonfires, as if bringing candles to a conversation with the Sun isn't the universe's oldest punchline. I watch them toast the light while secretly plotting shade.
By evening, I'll begin my slow retreat, a golden king backing out of the throne room one radiant inch at a time. That's the trick of glory: even at its peak, it's already becoming memory. Still, for one magnificent day, I am not merely a star.
I am summer's loudest exclamation point.
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Longest day I boast -
bonfires challenge the Sun's grin.
I bow, gold lingering.
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This Haibun (prose/haiku combo) shared for the longest day over at DVerse Poets Pub.
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Well done!
ReplyDeleteBravo! 🩵
ReplyDeleteA glorious personification of the Sun!
ReplyDeleteAn engaging and shining personification of the sun, Chris, especially ‘buttoned into a blazing tuxedo of photons, strutting across the sky like a celestial vaudevillian’ and ‘summer's loudest exclamation point’.
ReplyDeleteLove the unique POV... great perspective to see our own folly
ReplyDeleteWhat a clever take you had on this!!! I was enchanted.
ReplyDeleteOh oh oh, I'm in love with this glorious fellow, as he exults in his own brilliance! (Vainglorious, one might think – but why not? His claims are all true.)
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