7.03.2017

Aubade

When the last of the fireworks
fizzles into grey-green night
under a lonely streetlight,
mosquitos retire, drunk,
the air’s as dense as local honey
and sweet, I’ll retire in your arms

Because upon waking, we’ll miss
this thickness portending loss,
the dozen verses sung in darkness
simply for sake of time, and wait
out pacing hours until the chance
again arrives to imbibe on shadows

Late entry for Play It Again in the Imaginary Garden

19 comments:

  1. Lovely poem, and filled with so much depth and longing. Greetings!

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  2. Delicious imagery and phraseology. Love "the dozen verses sung in darkness / simply for sake of time".

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  3. Marian--this felt to me very much of a July 4th poem, from the thick grey-green and sweet air, to the dozen verses sung in darkness. It is also a 4th of July poem for this time, which is certainly one of pacing hours and waiting. I don't know if that's exactly what you meant, but that kind of loss and sadness and determination to be lost in the moment (and even in some kind of honied air) felt very real and understandable and current to me. But maybe I'm projecting some of my own angst--a very cool poem. Wonderful for now at any rate, rather you meant that or not. I saw a bald eagle flying so very close today in the country where I live--I was hoping it was a sign. Take care, and thanks again for your very kind words. It is easy to get discouraged; I hope you don't. All best. k.

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  4. I loved it a lot, but even more when I read Karin's comment... at first I thought of New Years eve, but those mosquitoes would be cold then....

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  5. We do love an Aubade, don't we? And I covet every line, the bitter-sweet tang of spent fireworks against the backdrop of lasting love. So sigh-worthy.

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  6. I can only echo previous remarks. Such an enjoyable read.

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  7. Aubade = "this thickness portending loss" = perfection. Such a small window or vantage and without peer.

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  8. Gorgeous, Marian. It could be 4th July, 5th November or New Year's Eve. You've captured the feeling, especially in the lines:
    'Because upon waking, we’ll miss
    this thickness portending loss'.

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  9. My goodness this is absolutely stunning, Marian!❤️ "Because upon waking, we’ll miss this thickness portending loss, the dozen verses sung in darkness simply for sake of time".. *swooooon*❤️

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  10. Splendidly woven moment. There was a crescendo and then we move on.

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  11. How satisfying it was the read this beautiful and timely poem. The expressions you used were quite intoxicating so I felt like those mosquitoes!

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  12. Heartfelt, but never even close to cloying. Fine, fine stuff.

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  13. I feel the weight of this. Heavy and sweet.

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  14. It was beautiful and sad, so many of our moments slip and disappear before we can truly savour them.

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  15. Enjoy every sandwich-Warren Zevon

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  16. I've been there - as we all have - wherein lies the genius of this poem.

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