September
She used to wear an anchor pendant on her necklace. Perhaps this is the one thing that is weighing me down.
There was once a prompt at Poets and Storytellers United to write about October. Sorry, my poem is about September.
photo by dsnake1
September
September seems like a meteor dropping from the sky,
once bright, then gone.
Like you too.
Remember we stand at the parapets of our block,
smoking cigarettes, bitching
about money and our jobs,
you a seamstress, me an odd-job labourer?
Life gets better.
But then you are gone, those memories hang
like van Goghs on my dusty wall.
Starry nights, irises, sunflowers,
cafes, tears and labour.
But I am too afraid
to follow you and so I linger
and I sit in dark corners
and wait for
September.
written 26/09/2023
revised 28/09/2023
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"what matters is that I still have
after all that has preceded
poems left
me left
and these walls that I have always
loved
in all the cities and in all the
places I have lived, these walls are still here and
my radio plays,..."
Charles Bukowski, luck from a kitchen
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2024
There was once a prompt at Poets and Storytellers United to write about October. Sorry, my poem is about September.
September
September seems like a meteor dropping from the sky,
once bright, then gone.
Like you too.
Remember we stand at the parapets of our block,
smoking cigarettes, bitching
about money and our jobs,
you a seamstress, me an odd-job labourer?
Life gets better.
But then you are gone, those memories hang
like van Goghs on my dusty wall.
Starry nights, irises, sunflowers,
cafes, tears and labour.
But I am too afraid
to follow you and so I linger
and I sit in dark corners
and wait for
September.
written 26/09/2023
revised 28/09/2023
****************
"what matters is that I still have
after all that has preceded
poems left
me left
and these walls that I have always
loved
in all the cities and in all the
places I have lived, these walls are still here and
my radio plays,..."
Charles Bukowski, luck from a kitchen
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2024
posted by dsnake1 at 1:01 AM
10 Comments:
I love the closure of memories hanging like Van Gogh favorites.
Your words are always both succinct and elegant, your images clear and immediate. This one evokes for me a hint of Beat poetry.
The Bukowski quote is very good too!
"But I am too afraid to follow you and so I linger" ~~~ not quite a ghost but ghost-like waiting. I enjoyed reading this ~~~
Colleen,
Thank you!
I would love to keep them as beautiful memories. :)
Rosemary,
Thank you!
Beat poetry has always intrigue and interest me.
Glad you like the Bukowski quote too. A sense of loneliness, but great imagery in that poem. :)
Helen,
Thank you! :)
Cafes, labour, waiting for September...reminds me of college years. Thanks for the memories!
(has Google got my name right yet? Priscilla King)
I guess that hanging van Ghoh's work you thought would satisfy. I won't. And the parties involved now can't be found any more. That's the way it goes and life goes on.
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Ah, yes, all those Van Goghs hanging on dusty walls.
Priscilla,
Thank you!
College years! :)
Jim,
Thank you!
I used van Gogh's works as a metaphor for memories, it could be good, it could be bittersweet.
I have seen his paintings in museums, and standing before them, there is a certain awe and respect looking at them. I look at the colours and brush strokes and try to picture him at work. :)
Yvonne,
Thank you!
the van Goghs! :)
Love the memories hanging like Van Goghs!
Thank you, Sara! :)
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