The Sun Came Up Again

This is one of the few poems I’ve written that don’t rhyme. I’m old fashioned (stubborn) that way. I like the melodic tone of words that blend and mingle at the end of each line. But, this one ain’t too bad. Hope you enjoy it.

The Sun Came Up Again

The sun came up again

Across the street

In the neighbor’s yard

Through early budding tree limbs

The sky glowed fiery red

Then golden

Then dazzling white

As another day began

A slash of light

Fell ‘cross my arms as I wrote

The thought crossed my mind

That I’d said too much

Heard too much

And it had changed things

I wondered

If they had changed for the better

I hoped so

I’ve changed things before

By being too open

Too honest

I’ve watched the sun come up

Regretting words I’d spoken

The day before

You would think I’d learn

I have learned

I’ve learned

That the sun will come up

Sometimes you will see it

And feel it

Sometimes you won’t

But it’s there

Love is like that

At times you can bask in its warmth

And feel its arms wrapped around you

A flash of it will lay across your heart

Then at other times

It falls silent

And cool

It’s still there

Just not as obvious


You have to know it’s there

Never doubt it

Never turn away

Just know that behind the cloud

Behind the mountain

Behind whatever has made the warm glow fade

It is there

You have to let it be there

You have to want it to be there

It can’t always be glorious

It can’t always be spring

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn


  1. Sherry Mashburn said

    But it’s always there!

  2. Sherry said

    Naw, it’s there even when it’s cloudy. you just can’t see it.

  3. Martin H said

    Love is enduring. Nice piece.

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  4. Isabel said

    great poem. nice reminder that love is always there for us even when we can’t see it.

    • Thanks, Isabel. Your comment got lost in my spam folder, and I just now ran across it. Thanks again!

  5. luna15 said

    but it can always be love.
    this was GREAT!

  6. Jingle said

    amazing, may the sunshine always laying on your face.


    • You are, too, kind. ??? (Okay here’s the thing; I am the worlds worst at comma use. Did I just say you are too kind as in – you are more kind than I deserve… or that you are too kind as in – don’t be silly, you most certainly are kind.) My intent was the first one by the way.

  7. Oh wow Charles I love this! I have done exactly as you been too honest and I never seem to learn either. I love the sense of hope at the end =)

    • Now, how did you come to read that one? I am pleased that you must have done some searching and reading on my site! I remember the day I wrote this poem. I was sitting at my desk as the sun came up, having those very thoughts. Just wrote them down and there ya go. The main theme of my thoughts was that i’d said too much; I’d hurt someone by being too honest. I’m not always the most tactful person.
      Thank you so much for reading my poem and saying such wonderful things about it. Please stop by and browse again.

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