dusk arising

a tired heart



 

 

The will of love
clears my path,
as stroll beneath
its shade,
amid meadows
of distraction,
beside lakes
of longing,
I am ever led
to reach into
pounding crash of
shoreline breakers.
And thence, bear
witness over the
turn of tide.

And now, the
season too, readies
to turn it's back
upon bleak winter.
Yet, here, within
these ageing bones,
springtime
holds no allure.

Life itself, a poetry
which writes
within us,
where it will,
as it will.
Much beyond
sentient bidding,
it bleeds
from our
very hearts.

Comments9

  • Doggerel Dave

    You go very metaphorical (probably a better word, but I can't think of it right now) at times , dusk and loose me.
    Unfortunately YouTube is holding out on me where I am (Video unavailable) wherein may lie the solution.....

    • dusk arising

      No apologies for lack of quick reply which you mentioned elsewhere. Often i leave it a day or more before responding to comments unless some of them inspire me to be qicker.... no hard and fast rules or order in which i do things you see. I've always been a disorganised shambles. Did my explanation to Fay's comment (below) assist in making any sense of my ambiguous metaphors in this piece?

      • Doggerel Dave

        Your explanation to Fay's post did make sense of your poem - only Fay didn't pose the question to which you supplied the answer - it was me. You are the one doing the 'ask you nicely' to me. And here you are - back here again. that's not disorganisation that's.....
        I repeat: At this point let's both take care, as I have a feeling in my waters that our interactions could deteriorate, and I have no particular wish to let this happen - I like your work and your style.
        I don't know if your metaphors were ambiguous objectively - I mostly just don't get that stuff. So the deficit is mine. How can someone survive on a poetry site and not understand metaphors? Ridiculous!

      • orchidee

        Good write dusk.
        Nothing 'tired' about this poem! A hymn-line says 'This tired and weary earth'.

        • dusk arising

          My knees are tired any weary.... lockdown/shielding has been a weight gain period for me and my arthritic knees are complaining.

          • orchidee

            Oh dear, hope things improve, that you will be, as one elderly person used to say to me 'I'm as well as can be expected'. I got the itch, not fleas! Dry skin in very cold weather.

          • Michael Edwards

            Very sad write but a beautiful piece nontheless. I also feel somewhat down with all the awful news but have a happy streak within me looking forward to Springs rebirth. Already so many signs are showing so all will be well despite the aging bones, uncut hair, leaking garage roof, collapse of the art market, fault on the tv outlets around the house, Trump effectively in charge of the Republicans who are s**t scared to go against him, still damn cold outside. But otherwise all okay!!!

            • dusk arising

              Sorry to read of your troubles here. Nuture that happy streak, it becomes ever more essential as those years stack up on us. Thank you for reading and your kind appreciation.

              • Michael Edwards

                All tongue in cheek lol
                🥴

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              • Fay Slimm.

                You broaden the effect that these troubled times has on us all dear friend and you word it so well that it brings sad sighs - - lockdown and continual news has proved so powerful to many -- yet your poetic mention of Spring's entrance lifts this reader's heart as buds stand ready to show that - - "this too will pass" - - a moving read Dusk - - roll on these needed changes.

                • dusk arising

                  A poem conceived from a love story I watched on TV. First verse was supposed to relate to faith in love and its crashing waves of passion only to find disappointment at the turn of tide - then on to verse two's blues of heatbreak and three's essence of poetry as an expression of life's twists and turns. I rarely explain my stuff but today i feel a compelling urge with this piece.
                  Thank you as ever for reading my stuff and commenting. It's good to read you are looking forward to life again 'sans notre resrtictions de la liberte'.

                  • Doggerel Dave

                    A quick clue as to video content SVP, nothing too extensive - don't want to tire you.

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                  • mohangupta.suresh@gmail.com

                    You are a poet, to whom a subject is only a reason.

                    • dusk arising

                      I'm turning over your cryptic comment in my mind and i'm still in a quandary. Nonetheless, thank you for reading my post and providing me with such a 'food for thought' comment.

                    • The Uneducated O.A.P

                      Yea, Spring, bring it on, love in yer loins, a glass of whatever ya fancy. Sit in ya chair and watch the good lady mowing the lawn. Lol.
                      Been decorating the grandsons flat, be back soon, I'm sure you missed me! Lol again.
                      Stay happy.

                      • dusk arising

                        LOL..... it reassures me to know you are never far from a canal........ dontcha just love those gnats and the other 'bite yer snatch' buzzy little critters.
                        Any good at being suspended 16ft up in the air to decorate the ceiling over my stairs..... such a waste of space..... or was that too personal?
                        Stay safe and hope the piles cream is still working.

                        • The Uneducated O.A.P

                          I don't mind you being personal, I have been suspended from a ceiling, but that was a long time ago, and I was under the influence of something or other, ( that's my story anyway )
                          Getting a good shot with the pile cream now, a bull every time!
                          Gnats, yea, a bloody nuisance, hell of a job getting them out of my granny pants.
                          Keep doing what you enjoy.

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                        • Jerry Reynolds

                          Very nice leaning on the strength of spring hear as well. Ice storm on the way.

                          • dusk arising

                            This poem was all about the eternal desire for romantic love and it's all to often failure to last (turn of tide) along with its disappointment (spring holding no allure) etc etc.... However it was all just a fantasy induced by a love story on the TV.
                            Thank you for reading Jerry and your regular and welcome commenting.

                          • Goldfinch60

                            Wonderful emotive write in these hard times d a, but Spring is there for us and hopefully the beauty of it will come into our hearts.

                            Andy

                            • dusk arising

                              Too right Andy. And boy am I looking forward to spring if we are going to have a bit of freedom to enjoy it. Thirty odd years ago I was having a lot of enjoyment in the countryside around Evesham and Pershore which were some of my happiest days on this planet.

                            • L. B. Mek

                              This, be that duality of meaning, in all existence:
                              'Yet, here, within
                              these ageing bones,
                              springtime
                              holds no allure.

                              Life itself, a poetry
                              which writes
                              within us,
                              where it will,
                              as it will.'
                              what a great write Dusk, its those harsh reality's that help us glean our life's true value and how poetic you've versed our collective truth's with your write my talented friend...
                              we hate terms like realism, pragmatism and acceptance, they sound so limiting when voiced, so archaic when read and yet,
                              when a talented wordsmith finds inspiration those same - stale, words and ideas - ignite
                              a burning realisation of what truth's we hide beneath all those excuses we lament, to rid ourselves of that inescapable feeling:
                              whispering, there is yet so much more to this dwindling horizon, we face bravely with each treasured breath...

                              • dusk arising

                                Well WOW! what can I say other than a huge thank you for such a wonderful comment.

                                When inspiration strikes I am lucky to be able to switch off the world and sink into the feelings I am experiencing - a positive for living alone I guess. This inspiration hit at about 4am whilst watching a film i had recorded. Yep my body clock has bust a spring in lockdown.



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