We embrace,
The light and I,
At dawn
And at sunset
But not in between
Never at noon
When the sun is high
And everywhere
Over and around
All at once
And nowhere
I forget about it then
Though I am breathing it
Tasting it
Bathing in it
Thus I forget
My best love
Forget again and again and again
We are strangers at midday,
So familiar are we
Despite the intense light and heat.
On the edge of dark,
Though,
We are reacquainted
And we are close.
One Single Impression
39 Comments
Sandy, the image is charming, and what a beautiful poem. I enjoyed it so much and I'll read it again.
ReplyDeleteI met it on the edge of dark Friday night and blogged about it Saturday. Beautiful poem -- I could just see pictures running through my head as I read each word. . . beautiful!
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The image and the accompanying poem is great. It adds to the image.
ReplyDeleteSo true Sandy! I enjoy the sunrise and the sunset but forget the light of midday.
ReplyDeleteThis is deep and meaningful. Beautiful words and an excellent image.
ReplyDeleteInteresting thought and gorgeous image of what East Coast autumn means to me, thank you! :-)
ReplyDeleteI love all hours of the day, though, every single one for its special light.
'on the edge of dark'...my very favorite time of day too! you know, i see a personal truth in your words...is it because i am so busy when the sun is high? what draws us to twilight??
ReplyDeletehmm...your poem can be read on many levels including relationships with others. I like your words that convey so much.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely photo.
ReplyDeleteIt's so much easier to appreciate something when we've just discovered it, or are about to lose it...maybe that's why dawn and dusk are special to so many of us? There's a subconscious nudge from them somehow.
How beautiful the poem, Sandy! Such wonderful sentiments about something as simple as light, midday, the sun. :)
ReplyDeleteEvocative -- thoughts of why are brought forth, is it work? family obligations? skin cancer? Lots of reasons why people might miss (or avoid) the mid-day sun [you know what they say about "mad dogs and Englishmen."]
ReplyDeleteWhat an intriguing notion, and something I also do, now that your wonderful words have made me aware of it. I'm going to try and pay more attention to other mometns in the busy middle of my day!
ReplyDeleteThis is breathtaking. Your poetry is so beautiful...I love your blog.
ReplyDeleteSandy you are sooo talented. Seems after reading your work-I always think it fits my life too.
ReplyDeleteI love the midday at the Hollow.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, I am moved by the poetry of your words... and the poetry of your soul.
You are a deep well, Sandy! And your cool waters give refreshment to all who partake of it.
Such a beautiful feeling in this! thanks!
ReplyDeleteI love your words. This is so me. I love the sunsets and the sunrise colours. I would avoid midday sun so I don't butn. (You know what they say about mad dogs and Englishmen? Well I am female. Not as stupid as Englishmen! )
ReplyDeleteDear Sandy--
ReplyDeleteThis is a great poem. Thank you for it. I love your portrayal of the cycles of love and connection--
Thank you--
A lovely Autumn poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing it.
..like emotion adorns music thought adorns ur poem..a beautiful poem-fragrant with thought (& emotion)-'so familiar are we'..many thanks..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful colors! And interesting poem, seems like you might be talking about not talking photos at noon. . .
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Sandy. Those moments of transition ... moments on the edges ... those are the memorable ones. Peace, JP/deb
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I feel exactly the same way. The magic is in the edges. Are you by chance, native american?
ReplyDeleteSuch an intimate poem whispering golden secrets! So very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the prompt Sandy. You have such a unique and insightful way of looking at the world. I am always inspired by my visits to your blogs.
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Sandy, I love it. It is true but a little sad where all our memories go during the day. I suppose work or the task at hand is an acceptable variant.
ReplyDeleteHint: I had Mrs. Jim's and my wedding date as my code to use at the copy machine.
Every time (and for teachers, it is many) I made copies I did remember. That date is also on the inside of our wedding rings.
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Interesting and lovely words!
ReplyDeleteAutumn is always a welcomely sight!
ReplyDeleteYes, so beautiful this light. Like a moth to a flame I am drawn.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this; the way it started from sunrise to dusk. I love the tilt of light you help us all notice.
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of something I was reading this week of the moon and the sun having masculine names in the Arabic tongue but their rays being feminine (not sure it is a real fact though, since it was in Salman Rushdie's Satanic Verses).
ReplyDeleteVery lovely!
ReplyDeleteYou've described so sweetly my own relationship with that golden light.
ReplyDeleteThe depth of your writing comes thru this one in triplicate! This is an amazing poem and picture! Thank you for amazing us once again!
ReplyDeleteI too forget the noon sun as it warms me. Very creative images.
ReplyDeleteGreat photo and poem. I arrived via your skywatch which is also very good.
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Wow, I had to read this over and over. It is wonderful, and so true how we don't notice the light or appreciate the beauty at all times, throughout the day. Beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteSandy, I think you are really growing as a poet. This is not only beautiful, it is intense and thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.