at stars

each night
I roar up at stars

I shake my mane
at injustice

it is not right
that I am
here

I am the Sun
I am
Majesty
but
I am aground
so hear me
roar

ROAR

loud enough
will they hear it

ROAR
and ROAR

some day
they must hear it

ROAR and ROAR

I will make them
sorrow

rue
rue and regret

each night
I watch
and then
I roar
up

up

I roar at stars

~

Poem #552 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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