Our Days

[JoelJosol]

It's never been clear to me

how close we could have been,

no matter how many times I rise up

at dawn to engage you in the light.

 

I walk just close by

everywhere you try to reach me,

pushing little rocks out of the way,

and teasing me with your splash.

 

We never had any conversations,

just quiet promenades until the sun

was golden in your skin, in my eyes

until they hurt-

 

That's when I knew I had my fill

of you, just like before, our days.

 

 

*** I got sick over the holiday period. Now, I am back, sort of.

[tonyv]

I'm excited that you're back, Joel. Do recover quickly and fully.

 

There are some terrific expressions in this piece. Engage you in the light, teasing me with your splash -- I can sense the narrator's blighted hope all the way till the end:

That's when I knew I had my fill

of you, just like before, our days.

The title elicits nostalgia. I, myself, would characterize this poem as a contemporary sonnet.

 

Tony

[Aleksandra]

Wonderful expressed poem. I like the melancholy in this poem Joel, and the expressions which gives some silent tone, and in some way - anxious.

 

Well written poem.

 

Aleksandra

[JoelJosol]

Thank you, Tony and Alek. The cold is subsiding. The cough is clearing as well. The heaviness is gone. I just need now little more time to get fully charged

 

Tony, I didn't realize I wrote it in sonnet form with a matching couplet in the end :-)