"Yosemite Valley Sunset" by Albert Bierstadt ‘I Watch the Sun’ and Other Poetry By J. Quintanilla The Society April 11, 2017 Beauty, Poetry I Watch the Sun I watch the sun, its trek, across the sky. The shadow too to see how it reacts. When light steps forth, the shadow it gets shy. Then shadow finds its strength when light contracts. A quiet little fight the two ensue. He reaches out his arm but she steps back. And then she takes a step where he withdrew. Perform a little dance… withdraw… attack. You’ll never find a day without a night. Though entities themselves they’ve always touched. Eternally they walk, this dark, this light. They pull, they push, but hands remain a-clutched. I sit and watch the two go ‘round, a dance. I sit and watch the two in their romance. A Bubble Blown A bubble blown from two that touch so slight With just a breath it grows capriciously So beautiful in its simplicity Carefully watch and track it on its flight Its sparkle and its shine upon the light Refracted in its hues so brilliantly My childish heart does jump so giddily. Seems empty but it’s full of joy despite. From joy to fear afraid that it may pop. The weight upon my heart it feels so strange. To touch a cloud may cause the rain to drop Likewise, this fear… my bubble it may change! Give chase?… or bid my joyous sphere adieu? I want to have my cake and eat it too. J. Quintanilla is a 45-year-old property manager from the U.S. Territory of Guam. Related Post ‘The Garrett Loft’ by Leo Yankevich In garret lofts poor artists have quite often painted women bathing, combing hair inside a nearby mirror… __________________________Your eyes softe... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.