on waking up
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald
artwork by dsnake1, a copy of Mondrian's Composition in Blue, Red, Yellow and Black, 1922
on waking up
you came again, right?
you came in the dead of night.
the nights, they never die
they come on the back of the moon.
we linger in dreams
in hopes
or tears
then when the alarm beeps
and the early birds flutter their wings
i see the rust on the window grills
the dust coating the glass panes
when i am too weak
too sad
to clean.
07/07/2018
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And if you want get up : Dire Straits, On Every Street
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018
― F. Scott Fitzgerald
on waking up
you came again, right?
you came in the dead of night.
the nights, they never die
they come on the back of the moon.
we linger in dreams
in hopes
or tears
then when the alarm beeps
and the early birds flutter their wings
i see the rust on the window grills
the dust coating the glass panes
when i am too weak
too sad
to clean.
07/07/2018
**********
And if you want get up : Dire Straits, On Every Street
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018
Labels: grief, loneliness, love, lovesongs, urban
posted by dsnake1 at 9:08 PM
19 Comments:
wonderful piece
I really feel these lines, Lee San, especially how our loved ones visit on the back of the moon. I can feel your missing of departed loved ones.
These poems struck me with their sadness. I saw words like "blank, lonely, dead, rust, dust"...but there was such feeling behind those words...such a presence of a living, beating heart that is stronger than the sadness. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words (and art!). Art and poetry heals.
I am not exactly sure about this, but what I am sure about it is that it feels like a sad and lonely place to be.
That's it, "Too sad to clean."
A bittersweet write filled with longing and angst. I pity the lethargy towards the rust on the grill
Have a Blessed Sunday Cheon Lee san
much love.
P.S. luv the artwork
reading this feels as if i've read an entire graphic novel in a second -- several emotions tumble to an abrupt stop and I start over from the top.
Whoa! That was an incredible reading for me. I could feel the pain and the "nightmares".
ZQ
we linger in dreams
in hopes
or tears
that we do indeed...
The two hardest things that we do on a daily basis, is waking up and going to sleep. Most fatal heart attacks are caused by the stress of waking up. Go figure.
While, going to sleep, as our subconscious mind comes awake. Forcing us, to realities that we rather avoid. Like dealing with the memories of abuse and extreme traumas.
The back of the moon is precisely where night enters with its capacity to hold sorrow. I, too, would let the dust and rust stay where it lays.
Jae,
thank you!
Sherry,
i wrote this one very recently, when my mind wanders back to a painful past. :)
Sherri,
thank you for the kind words. :)
the artwork is just an ink and color pencil sketch on a journal page. i chose it because it does look like a window.
Mary,
i am glad the emotions got through. :)
annell,
yes, it comes together. :)
Gillena,
"I pity the lethargy towards the rust on the grill"
give me some time to work on that. :)
Chrissa,
"an entire graphic novel in a second."
absolutely loved your comment. :)
ZQ,
"nightmares"? :)
This is laced with sadness and pain. I feel the heavy limbs of the narrator at the end. Beautiful write.
Truedessa,
indeed. maybe it's a fear or a need, we don't really know...
Therisa,
at one time i was finding it hard to sleep, i would rather go out and wander the streets. this phase is gone now, but yes, the human psyche is such a complex beast, sometimes we have no idea how to deal with it. :(
Susan,
thank you! absolutely, about what you said about the back of the moon.
Vivian,
thank you for the visit! :)
This is raw with pain and has palpable angst and longing.. I could truly feel every word!
thank you, Sanaa! :)
Beautifully, achingly poignant.
Thank you, Rosemary. :)
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