yesterday is the full moon,
filling the empty window
of my grandfather’s room,
sliding down the gold clip
on his favourite fountain pen,
his dentures smiling wildly
in the silver glow;
yesterday is marigold fields,
stretching soft arms
towards the stream,
you and I, dark specks of pollen,
waiting in the orange sunset haze,
for the cover of butterfly wings,
for a chance to live;
yesterday is me, crumpled
on the smooth sheets of his bed,
the pillow smelling of his wrinkles,
the chair creaking in his voice,
sobbing with the bare walls,
where your shadow should have cried,
next to mine;
yesterday is the grit in my eye,
swimming in one swollen red tear,
while you soar
with newly petalled wings,
that moon,
now free to kiss
your yellow dusted lips;
yesterday is the blackened stain,
of leaked ink,
of words that never were;
yesterday is the russet fly-whisk,
moving over the last breath
of a present
that can never be.
Wonderful and so evocative…and that last verse!
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Thank you π
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Yesterday is so many things, and you have given us images of yesterday to ponder and, perhaps, to make our own. Thank you.
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Thanks Magic.
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Yesterday is so many things, some good, some bad, but all a part of a well-earned life. Wonderful work Thotpurge!
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Thanks so much Bekkie. Love your positivity.
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Your too! Hugs!
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Yesterday, was so many things..the power of the repetition stays with the reader long after the last word is read. The title is enchanting.
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Thanks so much. Greatly appreciated.
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Beautiful, tear-welling poem.
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Thanks so much. π
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I really like the way you wrote this poem…beginning each stanza with ‘yesterday.’ You have worked your theme beautifully and effectively. Love ‘your shadow should have cried next to mine.’
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Thank you Mary π
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Your poem ably reminds us that memory is almost tangible at times – it has a scent and feeling all of its own.. A place of loss and love but always hope
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Thank you Jae…
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Just luv this look back; thanks for sharing.
much love…
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Thanks so much Gillena.
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First, I LOVE the title “Marigold Moon”. You mined deep emotion for this poem, and it is very beautiful to read, and envision………….loss, of your grandfather, and of the one you had counted on to be there, tinges the imagery with grief. Beautifully written. You made me remember the marigolds in my garden when my kids were young. I had already written a poem, but I might go back and try again. Smiles.
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Thanks Sherry, it is entirely fictional, but am glad it worked. And am glad it reminded you of your garden!!!
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Such a profound piece β€
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Thank you Sanaa π
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Beautiful and touching.
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Thanks Purba π
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could feel a yearning in every line…”you and I, dark specks of pollen, / waiting in the orange sunset haze, / for the cover of butterfly wings, / for a chance to live;” my favorite part…
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Thanks Sumana.. much appreciated. π
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What a beautiful deep sad poem of love…one to weep over.
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Thanks Robin. Much appreciated.
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So touching and beautifully written. I love that marigold moon, such wonderful imagery.
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Thanks so much π
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A beautiful poem. Profound.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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Wow! Moon/marigold/Grandfather/butterfly/poem–all are blooms that open and fade. Such love to entwine them with tears, to notice even the reflections in the fountain pen. This is to me most exquisite: “yellow is the grit in my eye,
swimming in one swollen red tear,
while you soar
with newly petalled wings,
that moon,
now free to kiss
your yellow dusted lips;”
(I see it all!)
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Thanks Susan… so glad you liked it… great prompt π
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Oh so nice, yet so profound. π
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Thank you Celestine.
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So beautifully written. I’m in awe. Thanks for sharing π
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Thanks so much π
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