In the wee small hours of the morning...(that's the time I miss him most of all)

Cherry

By Penny4athought

Wed, 24 Apr 2019
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11 comments
 

In the wee small hours

Before the first

Morning light

When

Night lights glow

Amid crickets songs

Cool breezes

Finger through

Open windows

Billowing

Gossamer curtains

Into ghostly shapes

Illusive Sleep

brings

Restless longing

Hands Drift

Over textured linen

Thick

Silky threads

Of Egyptian cotton

Warmth implied

Not rendered

Blankets

No comfort

Coldness

Permeates

The marrow

And

The empty space

Beside me

Certificate 12
Poem
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

'Warmth implied, not rendered' - captures it beautifully.  A haunting quality permeates the sadness in this.

I don't know what version of the song you know, but I grew up hearing the Frank Sinatra version, which in my own view is the best of all possible versions!  Mind you, in my universe, Frank Sinatra versions, at least of 'American Songbook' standards, are always the best of all possible versions smiley

Submitted by Penny4athought on

So nice to know of someone else who appreciates "The Voice"- I too grew up listening to Sinatra and his rendition of this particular song is achingly real.

There is no better muse than a Sinatra song.smiley

Thanks so much for the cherries - unexpected and very appreciated.

Penny4athought

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

What a beautiful yet heartfelt poem Penny. There's not one line in this poem that I can say is my favourite as I adore the poem as a whole.

Very much enjoyed reading even with its sad ending. Well deserved of the cherries.

I love the song titile too.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

HI Jenny,

Thank you for your lovely comment, I am so appreciative that you enjoyed the poem as a whole. Very nice of you to say that. smiley 

Penny4athought

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Wonderful result from the IP - well done Penny - a well deserved cherry!

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you insert, I'm so glad you liked it and so nice of you to say it's well done. smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Delicate and beautiful.

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you, I am so pleased you liked it.

Penny4athought

Submitted by Di_Hard on

There is so much to this poem. The sense of movement all through, and how you start off outside and move through the window, curtains, even the bed clothes, into the space beside you. How outside is full of life with the crickets, yet deep inside the poem a life is missing. And all the textures of fabric, the gossamer curtains, the Egyptian cotton, you take the reader slowly through, like finding the source of a pain, like a thorn, in the last line

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you for your perceptive comments, I am so pleased you found the thread weaving through the images. smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by Nolan on

In those small hours- I know how it feels. Darling I remember how you used to wait, my lili of the lamplight, my own Lili Marlene.

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