It’s this part that gets me -
the sun going down.
Evening’s descent.
The dark, really,
going into the dark,
unwillingly.
Tea going cold,
and tasting of nothing.
Banks of snowdrops,
gone in a blink.
I tuck two into this book.
Later, I’ll take a look.
Later, when I’m in need
of light,
and it turns out
maybe the poet was right.
© Shaista Tayabali, 2020
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10 comments:
Oh, this is WOWZA GOOD. I encountered and read it just as the sun slipped out of sight. Winter: ain't no "if" about it.
Wonderful work.
So good. I am such a hermit, I actually enjoy winter, when the weather is so bad I stay in all day: "Goody!" I am turning into a couch potato in my old age. (Mind you, I also get out for beach walks to watch the wild winter waves. I love that about winter too.) But the lack of light - yes, that part is hard.
I dread the coming winter, especially if the lock-down/social distancing continues. I like the graphics you've used between the sections of your poem.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful words.
you say just what I feel too - so eloquently
" tuck two into this book.
Later, I’ll take a look.
Later, when I’m in need
of light,"
I love the way you start your poem as if you’re in the middle of a conversation with your reader – with me – and edge towards the message with the sun going down and the tea going cold. I also love the thought that someone still presses flowers in books – I haven’t seen that for a long time, and it reminds me of my grandmother. Autumn is my favourite season, the edging and changing colours, but I dread winter darkness.
Beautiful. As always. My brilliant poet. xxx
Lovely, somewhat melancholy and very descriptive poem on the change of seasons and light. Great read. The tea going cold was just the right touch.
This is incredibly poignant!💝
I would like September so much more if it wasn't that it's too near the darkness of November.
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