what's left
This poem is one of my personal favourites. It also found its way into an online magazine.
I wrote this poem on a wet, chilly evening, after a bad day in the office. If the mood of this piece is a bit dark and bleak, it's understandable. :)
photo by alvimann
image from morguefile.com
what's left
what's left
of the sunlight
on this bleak
wet evening
dances on
the gleaming
skins of
puddles on
bare pavements
as shadows chase
the day
up the
stone piers
of train viaducts
and the
damp trunks
of rain trees.
what are the
chances of
the silvery slice
of cold moon
cutting through
grey nimbus
like a scimitar?
until then
the last rays
dip and play
and dart
over the city
over the trains
pulling into
the stations
and
the tired
hungry masses
trudging home.
06/12/2007
**********
"We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain."
-- Guns N' Roses, November Rain
Shared on Poetry Pantry #138 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2013
I wrote this poem on a wet, chilly evening, after a bad day in the office. If the mood of this piece is a bit dark and bleak, it's understandable. :)
photo by alvimann
image from morguefile.com
what's left
what's left
of the sunlight
on this bleak
wet evening
dances on
the gleaming
skins of
puddles on
bare pavements
as shadows chase
the day
up the
stone piers
of train viaducts
and the
damp trunks
of rain trees.
what are the
chances of
the silvery slice
of cold moon
cutting through
grey nimbus
like a scimitar?
until then
the last rays
dip and play
and dart
over the city
over the trains
pulling into
the stations
and
the tired
hungry masses
trudging home.
06/12/2007
**********
"We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain."
-- Guns N' Roses, November Rain
Shared on Poetry Pantry #138 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2013
Labels: heartlands, landscape, life, Poetry, Poets United, rain, urban
posted by dsnake1 at 11:16 PM
10 Comments:
nice...i can see why it is a favorite...you really set the mood and atmosphere of the the piece well...i like the last of the light dipping and darting over the city...
thanks, Brian! :)
What I really liked about this poem is
as shadows chase
the day
up the
stone piers
of viaducts
I can really picture this vividly from your words.
I do understand why this poem would be a personal favorite. Very moody and evocative!
thank you, Mary.
i must have done something right with this poem. :)
Oh, I can see why it was published... exquisite!
Some great use of words in this. Excellent imagery and mood.
I love how the pace seems very swift and fluid up until the last lines and the arrival home.
Laurie,
thank you! :)
Anthony,
i have been missing from your site for some time. :)
andrea,
thanks! now that you mentioned it, yes, the pace of the earlier lines seems a tad frantic. :)
Evocative poem.You have captured that feeling of the wage slave on the endless treadmill of routine.
thank you, Cressida.
"wage slave on the endless treadmill of routine" - i like that. :)
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