ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: The ghost of the sun, by Aroma Rodrigues

Dedicated to the mellow, almost powerless sun of sweet springs and dreary falls.

The ghost of the sun, is a haunt, a haunt,
A specter, in the midst, of an everlasting night,
The night never takes over, not completely, filling in it’s face gaunt,
Misshapen and defeated, and taken over by soft mists of fog white.

Powerless, against the might, of the veils of the earth,
Some laden with dust, some smog, some reeking of the remains,
Of long lost reptiles, and gold, gold in worth,
Burning into besmirched skies, off mountains and plains.

The ghost of the sun haunts, reduced to a mere spectacle,
A dimmed kite, a mere trinket, not a ray touching the surface,
Floating between nothingness and a shivering presence, apoplectical,
Dipping into curtains of haze, losing, or losing harder, existing subsurface.

Can be seen, but the touch doesn’t smother,
Offering no warmth, no rays, barely slivers of light,
Sending into deep melancholy, and dark places, tother,
The leaves shrinking, colorless, and the grounds drying, into a blight.

A blight of the heavens, and of the oceans, rendered grey,
And the birds, that do not know if day or night, or perpetual twilight,
Burdens upon burdens, stones upon stones, down they weigh,
Upon the skies, and, the sun a haunt, in a perpetual night