Day moves towards dusk.
The wind surges up
with a sound like waves.
It's good to remember you
not as you were in recent days
but earlier, younger, full
of energy surges like that
and passionate joy.
I don't remember
who I was then
but I do remember you
and my blood surges up like waves
like the rushing of wind in the trees,
as I move towards dusk but slowly;
still here although alone,
It is good to have those memories as the 'day moves toward dusk,' but also to be engaged with life in the present as well. Nicely said, Rosemary.
ReplyDeletea very well-crafted work. i think this poem is about aging, but aging without love diminished. i may be wrong but that's the beauty of poetry. :)
ReplyDeleteI really like "I don't remember who i was then but i do remember you" so true - very heartfelt and moving poem
ReplyDeleteThough twinged with the sadness of loss and grief it is lovely to have had those moments and emotions to remember.
ReplyDeleteThose memories of younger times give energy to continue moving to dusk. Nice piece.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks to you all for the kind comments. The poem is indeed about ageing, and also about loss and facing it alone - and yes, with love undiminished and good memories.
ReplyDeleteI felt the loss. My heart tightened a bit as you conveyed the emotions so well.
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Thank you, Kim.
ReplyDeleteI really like the sentiment and emotion in this. Aging is always bitter sweet - and this lovely poem captures that feeling very well.
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