Children of the Sun

Children of the Sun …

The artist chose the perfect day to paint at the beach,
with so many young families enjoying the sunshine,
his painting would be appropriately titled
Children of the Sun.

The old man sat in a wicker chair under
the cabana in an all-white suit that was
a bit rumpled and well-worn, his white hat
pushed low over his eyes as he leaned back
into all the soft white pillows piled against
the oversized round back of the chair where he
seemed to sink into and become part of.

The artist likened the image to
his beloved old white English bulldog as it
managed to vanish within white pillows and
comforters on the bed.
But there was something missing in the portrait.
The old man was lost in thought as he
stared towards the beach and the sea beyond.
The artist could not capture those thoughts,
or were they longings? A subtle expression
somewhere between a deep melancholy
and a profound beauty.

He followed the old man’s gaze to the beach
where a lot of families with children were
spending the day and one very young girl
stared back at the old man, their gaze
locked on each other as their thoughts crossed,
“You are my past,”
“You are my future”.

Somewhere out in the distant universe two giant
gears slowly moved in sync and the artist
heard a faint click which drew his attention
back to the empty wicker chair, where a radio
was on, stuck between stations, sending out static noise,
the voice of the poet kept repeating
“ti … time … war … warp”,

The artist looked out to the beach again and
finished his painting of the young couple
walking hand in hand toward the sunset,
“Yes,” he whispered. “They are my
Children of the Sun.”

© 2022 Phyllis Doyle Burns

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Phyllis Doyle Burns

Chief Editor at The Creative Exiles

I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.

I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles.

Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.

I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

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