Opus 2025-483: Poor, Confused John

There are times when the skeptic in me ruins beautiful poetic images.  I was sitting out on the porch around 8 o’clock. The sun was a couple inches above the horizon.  Sunrise was at 7:30.  In spite of that my mind went to the words of a John Denver song,

It’s 5 o’clock this morning and the sun is on the rise.
There is frosting on the window pane and sorrow in your eyes.

That should be enough to begin to point out the problem to you.  But consider the next line.

The stars are fading quietly, night is nearly gone,

Now I don’t know about you, but I have yet to be anywhere that has frosting on the windowsill where the sun comes up at 5 o’clock.  In most places where it gets really cold, the sun doesn’t come up until much later.

We need to make allowance for poets and people with romance in their soul.  At the same time I wonder when I read something like this if John Denver was really the country boy he claimed to be.  A country boy would know that the sun does not come up at five when there’s frosting on the window.

I hope I didn’t bust any bubbles.  Enjoy your poetry.  I will enjoy my Star Wars.  Both require you to suspend belief in order to get full enjoyment.

Develop the artist in your soul.

homo unius libri