My most faithful companion
Is following me
Sunrays in the sky needed
I am your most faithful companion on sunny days,
I come into existence as soon as you are born and
The first sunrays pop in through the window bathing you.
Try not to disengage me on such days as I follow all
The movements of your body when you walk, talk, sit
Listen to your favorite hit
Your clothes fit or don’t fit
That’s it.
But when the sky darkens I disappear.
The eye of a storm kills me with its thorn,
Even the slightest clouds treat me with merciless scorn.
I pray to stay
And yell so well
I am the dum(b)bell
Of the body I dwell
Once the good weather is restored I am reborn
To follow you through life’s pleasures and pains.
You’ll carry me until your death
And I will listen to your breath
To your soul, to your heart pulsation.
I am your most faithful companion
But only on sunny days.
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© December 2016 Marta Pombo Sallés
momentsbloc.wordpress.com 
I liked this, it is joyful, simple and heartwarming. Thanks Marta.
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You are welcome, Dan. Thank you for taking the time to read this poem. I am glad you liked it. Actually my idea was to write a kind of a riddle, where the faithful companion, but only on sunny days, is meant to be the shadow, anybody’s shadow. A few friends of mine came up with other interpretations that I find equally valid. One person said it was the joy, an innate human quality. Once dark clouds appear it fades but it comes back again in our lives. Another person saw the Biblical sign of the Sun, a fatherly figure, which is also connected to this idea. A Jungian psychologist friend said it is the animus or the anima of the human being, the unconscious mind, which is indeed our shadow.
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Light precedes and follows us. All the best in the new year,
Diana
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Thank you, Diana. Wish you the same. Love your blog and your wonderful writing skills.
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Very sweet. Thank you so much. Keep the joy.
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Wonderful to hear this as well as read it. The rhythm has a flavor of Sylvia Plath–the lines
The eye of a storm kills me with its thorn,
Even the slightest clouds treat me with merciless scorn.
remind me, though the content is entirely different, of these lines in her “Lady Lazarus:”
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Listening, I was rewarded with your voice of confidence and conviction. You add another dimension to your words when you read them.
Thank you so much for connecting, and the thrill of discovering you and your poetry! This is a special day indeed.
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Wow, I am so flattered by your appreciations, Gary. You made my day! I really love Sylvia Plath’s poems and enjoyed reading Ariel. I cannot remember if I read “Lady Lazarus” before or after I wrote this poem. I never thought I would be able to do this in English, my third language. Again, thank you so much!
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I loved this poem. I loved the fact that you begin the poem with an optimistic and positive note, continue with the consequences of the sunrays absence, and then conclude again with the return of the sun… It’s almost like an analogy, a reminder that the darkness comes and goes, and sun always comes to take it’s place. Great work, once again 😀
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Thank you, Evana, so glad you like it. Also thank you so much for the follow. I really appreciate all this. 😊
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A champion fairweather
companion.
Marta, soulfully written.
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Thank you.
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Clever blog, clever words and well crafted. Thanks for your hello, much appreciated.
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You are welcome and I thank you too. Much appreciated.
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Belle poésie à lire merci du partage bonne soirée bisous amicale
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Merci beaucoup, Bernard. Je suis contente que vous avez lu beaucoup de mes écrits. Bonne soirée et bisous amicale pour vous aussi. (I hope my written French is clear enough to you and is not so full of mistakes)
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