As I said
in confidence
as i said
from a holy book
as i said
at the emegence
as I said
but could not look
These are the days of the Autumn's fall
These are the days of lead.
As i said
when we heard the trumpet sound
as i said
as i held your hand
as i said
as we knelt to kiss the ground
of this long-abandoned land
These are the days of the flying bird
These are the days of gold.
As i said
in bent and rusty words
as i said
with fingers crossed
as i said
to saints and conjurers
as i said
when all was lost
These are the days of the swollen bud
and the bloom of scarlet red.
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I dreamed this poem last night, or the main part of it anyway.
Shared with The Sunday Muse #242.
This left me spellbound on what felt like dangerous border.
ReplyDeleteWow! It is wonderful. Lovely to dream such a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you how this poem makes me feel, but I think the poem can do that by itself. How you find this lost corner of the heart and put a light there always amazes and deeply affects me. A beautiful poem that defines saudade.
ReplyDeleteThat is amazing. "Armageddon for beginners" indeed! What a great thing to dream.
ReplyDeleteThis feels so forlorn and like a seeing of what is or maybe what was. Haunting yet smoothly wonderful all rolled into one Shay! You always put me in a state of awe of your talent!
ReplyDeleteWow!! What a dream, I'm envious. I don't know if your scarlet buds we partly an embellishment or if you can catch color in the dream. I don't remember color in any of my dreams. Again I'd be envious if yours have some color.
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Yes, it flows with a dream like quality. A glimpse of something to come. The trumpet and kneeling to kiss the sacred ground. This has a familiarity sound within my own dreams.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this with us! My mind is wandering.
Flows like a dream with a dream’s internal logic!
ReplyDeleteLove this and the repetition is so effective - it does have a dreamlike quality <3
ReplyDeleteWhat a dream that must have been. Thanks for sharing, and warm greetings!
ReplyDeleteWhat a gift to dream poetry and then translate it with beauty.
ReplyDeleteoh this is good, i had to read this a few times. this one feels vexed, not sure if vexed is the right word, but i'm going with it, it gave me shivers. two lines i really liked that work so good together
ReplyDelete"These are the days of the Autumn's fall"
a double fall, and then
These are the days of lead."
lead. yeah, thats heavy, no pun intended, i read those lines and my soul hit the floor. enjoyed this poem very much shay
It truly reads as a dream. For some reason, I kept thinking of Simon & Garfunkel's song, The Boy in the Bubble.
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