watching the sunrise
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watching the sunrise
i hold you tight in the dawn
in the dark
i should have let you sleep on
but you wanted to see the sunrise
i should have brought you
to the beach, a hilltop, a park
maybe another day
but the view out of our window
is not exactly lovely
just some grey rooftops
the metal grills on our windows,
rusting
and a carpark that's just
coughing to life
but just holding you
standing by the windows
the world just beginning to stir
blackbirds leaping off precipices
lights flickering on
in little squares
that are warm homes
and today's sunrise
is disappointingly dull
some red lines groaning
shunned by an overcast sky
but you still smile
through the morphine
the tumours
the pain briefly forgotten
and in that moment
your pale face briefly
do glow
i should have let you sleep on
but you wanted to see the sunrise
you said it could be your last
but i still have you today
that's all it matters
and i have to thank
the sunrise for that.
21/08/2013
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Rosemary at Poets and Storytellers United would like us to "share whatever sunset may inspire in you". I am writing about a sunrise instead.
Metallica - Nothing Else Matters
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2022
Labels: 90's, grief, heartlands, love, lovesongs
14 Comments:
Normally I don't like longish poems but this one is absolutely wonderful. So sad, so moving, so full of love
Beautiful and palpable. You bring me to tears. (But tears can be healing.)
Cressida,
Thank you!
Usually, I don't write longish poems too often. :)
Rosemary,
Thank you!
Yes, tears can be healing.
D.S, I hope this isn't true. Just the reading is so sad, let alone if it would be your loved one. It read good though, you should write more "long poems".
Your lines, "to the beach, a hilltop, a park maybe another day" reminded me of when Mrs. Jim and I walked to a park south of St. John's Wood, London, U.K. (our daughter and family were living there for her job). Our map had shown a little park that way and that day we decided. We were sooo surprised to get there, first there was a hill, then after we climbed it another surprise!! We could see downtown London very clearly from there, miles away!!!
I was liking also the lines, "not exactly lovely just some grey rooftops the metal grills on our windows, rusting," reminded me of the times in France when we had back-room hotel rooms, up high. Our view was the roof tops but they stirred our imagination as to what folk there might be doing. Other European cities as well.
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Jim,
Thank you!
I am glad the locations and details mentioned in the poem can resonate with you. Some places can stick in the mind. Like the time we were in Japan trying to locate a shrine but lost our way and we had to walk by a large cemetery, but the feeling as we walked past it was not spooky but rather peaceful.
I rather like shorter poems, but sometimes I try some longer ones. And yes, it's based on a true event.
Poignantly beautiful!
What a beautiful poignant poem .The last stanza touched me
magiceye,
Thank you!
Marja,
Thank you!
This one broke my heart. So much pain, so much helplessness. I can relate from both sides.
I wanted it to be brilliant so bad.
Thank you, Colleen!
But to be able to see the morning sun each day is a joy itself.
Thank you, Magaly!
Yes, it's the helplessness that really hurts the most.
I do not know why your (and some others) comment ended up in the spam folder. Blogger is trying to annoy us.
Stunningly beautiful and moving!
JYP,
Thank you! :)
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