“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.” – John Ruskin

“Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.” – H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.” – Joseph Addison

“But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine.” – Thomas Jefferson

“Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.” – Walt Whitman

Hello everyone and welcome to another exciting round of the segment “On Popular Demand.” Due to receiving the highest amount of votes our topic for this week is “Sunshine.” A round of applause for everyone who voted this week! It certainly would not have been possible without your support. Our task tonight is simple. Write a poem or prose piece which revolves around sunshine. You can write about sunshine in literal sense of the word or perhaps opt to use the sun as a metaphor. The prompt is wide open to interpretation. Previously written work is more than welcome. For further inspiration please refer to these two amazing poems below:

A Gleam of Sunshine

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.

The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time’s flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.

Here runs the highway to the town;
There the green lane descends,
Through which I walked to church with thee,
O gentlest of my friends!

The shadow of the linden-trees
Lay moving on the grass;
Between them and the moving boughs,
A shadow, thou didst pass.

Thy dress was like the lilies,
And thy heart as pure as they:
One of God’s holy messengers
Did walk with me that day.

I saw the branches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet,
The clover-blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet,

“Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!”
Solemnly sang the village choir
On that sweet Sabbath morn.

Through the closed blinds the golden sun
Poured in a dusty beam,
Like the celestial ladder seen
By Jacob in his dream.

And ever and anon, the wind,
Sweet-scented with the hay,
Turned o’er the hymn-book’s fluttering leaves
That on the window lay.

Long was the good man’s sermon,
Yet it seemed not so to me;
For he spake of Ruth the beautiful,
And still I thought of thee.

Long was the prayer he uttered,
Yet it seemed not so to me;
For in my heart I prayed with him,
And still I thought of thee.

But now, alas! the place seems changed;
Thou art no longer here:
Part of the sunshine of the scene
With thee did disappear.

Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart,
Like pine-trees dark and high,
Subdue the light of noon, and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh;

This memory brightens o’er the past,
As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field.

That Morning Kiss

by Ency Bearis

There is such a phenomenon
I like everyday in my life
That kiss I like in every morn
Akin to the kiss of my wife

As when the sunlight shine my home
The sun won’t enter through the door
Just by the window it will roam
Yet it open a certain door

The door of my life awareness
That certainly touch my spirit
To feel strongly the life freshness
And face the day in a minute

That morning kiss of the sunshine
That touch my face, breathe to me
Gentle touch to body of mine
As if angel touch upon me

That sunshine enrapture my sense
A God holy emissary
Continue my life in a sense
In this beautiful world to see

Even if on a cloudy early day
Morning sunshine will gleam, will kiss
Always come its way everyday
I hope that day I will not miss

 

So pick up a pen and lets begin! As always the prompt will remain open the entire week so that everyone can write according to their own pace and time. Please click on the blue widget below. When it opens be sure to click on “add your link.” Now skip the blanks and proceed directly to “try here” written at the end in small font. It will direct you on how to link your poem. Please visit other Poets and do comment on their poems. Have fun ❤️