Silent Sunsets
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SILENT SUNSETS
Silent sunsets slipped through my fingers, soft and slow. Try saying that while eating crackers.
Had I only known that choosing to wait— I wasted a lot of my precious and fleeting time—wishing for a stronger will, or some juice for my desiccated passions packed away for perfect days that never came, would eventually stick in my throat. Now the November twilight of my life carves at my creased temples, tender yet terrible, reminding me of days wasted, of laughter left in limbo, of love left unsaid.
Mornings reeked of bitter thoughts so I watched the world—windows wide, soul shut. The clock clattered on, cruel and constant. Had I only known that stormy days are as much a gift as a gentle summer meadow breeze. Had I only known.
I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones.
I love you.
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This prosery (144 words or less, in prose, containing a line from another, shared poem) is for those who brighten my days over at DVerse Poets Pub.
This piece contains the penultimate line in bold originally from Derek Walcott's brilliant "Dark August."
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I love the sibilance of the opening sentence, Chris; I have no crackers, but I can imagine what it would be like. I particularly like the metaphor of the ‘desiccated passions packed away for perfect days that never came’ and ‘the November twilight of my life carves at my creased temples’.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kim....the sibilance....the repetition of sounds, alliteration...all really help this piece hit emotionally. I most especially love these words: "Mornings reeked of bitter thoughts so I watched the world—windows wide, soul shut. " Well done!
ReplyDeleteYou're so right, Chris. It's all good. Even the crackers sticking in your throat ;)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous piece, Chris! I absolutely love all the alliteration!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
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Very nicely done. Great use of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThoughts so beautifully written in 'November' days ❤️
ReplyDeleteOoooo very nicely done. I’ve been trying to remember how to spell a stupid word that starts with S sounds like Sybil ends with ants. I think you know what I mean but I spell so horribly fortunately, you write better than I spell. Thank you for posting.
ReplyDeleteI am betting this is the regret shared by many seniors- this and I wish I hadn't worked so many hours. Very poetically stated.
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