Night piece

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By hoalarg1

Fri, 03 Jan 2014
  • 5555 reads
20 comments
 

The eyes chose the night to 
download their images
in the dark room
when it was safe
after they'd all gone
and the covers were tight.
Out back an interpreter waited
impatient to expose 
the truths of the day.

Life pulled up a chair
puffed cushions and reclined
began to manifest colours rarely seen.
From nothing came something
an outline, a face
I knew
yet had forgotten
a purity from birth
almost grown now.

 

 
 
 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Haunting, hoalarg. Beautifully written; the cherries richly deserved.

Tina

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Thank you so much for your time and feedback to comment. Adam

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

hoalarg, this really stunned me. It's a deep, short piece that cuts at very complex parts of memory and conscience. It reminded me of Fleur Adcock's 'Things' in some ways. Look it up if you're not familiar with it, you'll see how yours echoes a similar concept.

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

As always, very astute comments. No I haven't come across that poem so I'll have a look. Thanks for your time as I always appreciate your insight.

 

Submitted by scratch on

Tip top poetry!

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Thank you Scratch.

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I'm not surprised this was pick of the day. It steps very carefully through itself. I especially like the bit where life pulled up a chair. 

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Glad you liked it, Catherine. Apppreciate your feedback.

 

Submitted by InspiredWriter on

Definitely deserves the pick of the day! I can't stop re-reading it...

Noah

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

I am humbled. So pleased it has brought interest to some people.

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

It's strange because the painting that somebody chose to go with this my parents used to have on their wall. And guess who gave it to them?! Thank you to whoever picked it out.

 

Submitted by scratch on

Now that's spooky...

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Cheers magic, maybe the third verse will reach me in a dream...

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Dear Editing team,

Thank you so much for my awards for this poem. I am delighted and honoured. It means a great deal that something that brings so much pleasure to me is recognised and enjoyed by others.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

This is very good, Adam, three stages of a whiff of life --- pleasureable, fear and the resolution, with images that conjure, harrass and forgive. Make sense?

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Cheers Richard, appreciate the interpretation here. I think you've summed it up well and all of those words could be seen weaving through it.

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Thank you very much for your kind words. I'm glad it resonated with you.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

I read your poem, again, Adam---many times now---very powerful.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Ah thanks Richard. The best ones seem so effortless.

 

Submitted by scratch on

Excellent.  I really like the concision here.