The Sun and Other Poems

By Anthony Ward

The Sun 

(Life)

The provider of life, 
Powering our planet.

An engine of energy. 
Lighting our world,

With its radiant countenance
Expressed in the ocean of air.

It’s intriguing sentience,
Blinded beneath its intensity.

Mercury

(Communication)

The atmosphere, desolate-
Yet light-hearted 
Volatile in its eloquence,
Its igneous desert both searing and cold, 
In close proximity to the source
As a satellite relaying messages about the sun.

Venus

(Beauty)

She appears radiant in the evening,
Like a siren in the celestial ocean,
Beckoning our eyes towards her,
More luminescent than any star.

Domineering in her intensity,
Deceiving in her serenity,
Masking the turmoil enraging beneath,
That would overwhelm and crush you with potency.

Mars

(War)

The enraged hue,
Burns, as if seething 
From the cold conjecture 
Of its inherent transparency

Desolate, yet dormant,
Distant in proximity;
Bold and defiant 
By the haematitic ochre of war 
Carried within its veins of benevolence.

The only violence 
Situated in its impassive,
Fiery complexion-
Quenched by its composure.

Jupiter

(Politics)

Exuding bravado with bombastic pride
Boasting of rank
Amongst his humble associates,
Second to none
Remaining sterile with severity, 
Of sheer intensity, 
As clouds belt across its tumultuous atmosphere, 
Resilient with rage,
Like a bomb,
Dramatic with immensity,
The formidable protector of our world,
That could devastate our lives.
Determining our fate,
Keeping us in line,
Undermining our influence
While retaining the balance.

Saturn

(Time)

Spectacular in its spectrum,
Gravitating the linear surface of space,
Floating upon its fluidity of gaseous vacuity.
Cavorting sound through the silence of motion,
Serenading its fame through its exuberance senescence,
Celebrated through contemplation and sentimentality.
Suspended in continuous cycles of perpetuating orbit.

Uranus

(Individuality)

Unique in its irregular movements,
Contrary to all inclinations,
Its idiosyncrasy creating an illusion,
Approaching a diverse angle
To promote its individuality,
Orbited by characters of literary integrity,
Its gaseousness often tinged a shade of green.

Neptune 

(Death)

The coldness of death, often freezing in its wake,
Eternally present in the pitch to our thoughts,
As we colour our minds with images of our world,
Portrayed  against the intrusive determination,
Provoking us to react against the distant force
That influences the way we live our lives.
Tiding our emotions from the vast region of uncertainty.

Anthony chooses to write because he has no choice. He writes to get rid of himself and lay his thoughts to rest. He derives most of his inspiration from listening to Classical Music and Jazz, since it is often the mood which invokes him. He has recently been published in Jerry Jazz Musician, The Academy of the Heart and Mind, Literary Yard, Shot Glass Journal, Highland Park Poetry, and CommuterLit.