On this
Dark and rainy
Late September morning,
Drifts of falling leaves
Bank on the city's streets,
And traffic lights
Are all the conversation
And promise
I think I will ever know.
So begins the day,
And so will end the day.
In the absence of light,
I know not to speak.
One Single Impression
19 Comments
I like it-really captures the mood with words...
ReplyDeleteGreat description and loved that last line.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words, Sandy, and it does indeed capture the mood! Thanks as always for sharing! Enjoy your day!
ReplyDeleteA lovely carol, Silent Night...
ReplyDeletealmost haunting.
ReplyDeletebeautiful...yes!!
ReplyDeleteI have missed you, and my own absence, I have been very busy lately...for the last few months...will "time" ever slow down...? Hope all is well, and the only thing missing is a sunny day...I love grey days, and rainy days always a sense of adventure.
ReplyDeleteGo ahead and make a little noise. Don't let the lack of light get you down. We have only begun this winter journey. Love the poem. Very moody. These cloudy fall days do ask for it.
ReplyDeletePerfect gem. Real "East Coast-y"
ReplyDeleteYes, sometimes it "Be's" like that.
Reminds me of a quote:
" "Despair is a black leather jacket that everyone looks good in. Hope is a frilly pink dress that exposes your knees."
Rebecca Solnit
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Wishing YOU a super week
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You paint a beautiful autumn day with your words. Enjoyed every line Sandy.
ReplyDeleteLove last line. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteWow, strong emotion, well done.
ReplyDeleteI'm getting a real sense of loneliness and detachment.
ReplyDeleteOr am I totally off the mark?
I'm getting a real sense of loneliness and detachment.
ReplyDeleteOr am I totally off the mark?
It almost feels wrong to say anything about this .... words are inadequate; it's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSandy, I read this poem through several times trying to get the feel for it and the mystery of the ending. It has a lovely feel of a wet autumn day, but there is something more,and therein lies the mystery!
ReplyDeletebeautiful Sandy...knowing when "not to speak" is an art, a gift...and paying attention the way you do is the only way I know of to become proficient and receive...as well as give ourselves in this tender way to Presence.
ReplyDeletewonderful ~ i especially love the ending!
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Such a wonderful feeling after reading it... :)
ReplyDeleteI am here
http://odizzey.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/creativity-osi-sunday-scribblings/
Thanks for being here.