it was a nasty day to be outside . . .
the kind of day, you wish away:
the kind of day, you wish away:
a gray gossamer curtain
of misty billows and fog –
rose on rain that drizzled
and spat in bursts and blasts
of misty billows and fog –
rose on rain that drizzled
and spat in bursts and blasts
of wet, dank, clammy cold
that oozed through bodies, to bones
like just-thawed mud . . . and I thought:
if this day was set to music . . .
it would be a lament
if it was a painting,
if this day was set to music . . .
it would be a lament
if it was a painting,
people would be, barely there . . . in smudges –
ageless, sexless, distant smudges
which made me ache to snuggle
ageless, sexless, distant smudges
which made me ache to snuggle
cozily into a splendid poem, with you
where we would be . . .
an indelible line of lovely poetry . . . oft-repeated
an indelible line of lovely poetry . . . oft-repeated
note: posted for
Poets United.
photos: Bridges
across the Fraser River in New Westminster, BC (Skytrain and Pattullo – Mount Baker,
in the mist) – W. Bourke
painting: Gare
St. Lazare, 1877 (public
domain) – Claude Monet
© 2016 Wendy Bourke
Oh there are those days when our bones ice... those are the days to thaw with poesy... I really like the way you brought in all pieces of art to describe the art and the cures for chills.
ReplyDeleteIt really is interesting to think about any given day and decide what kind of 'music' it would be. I would say our day here today would be kind of a 'lament' as well...the kind of grayness that is a bit overpowering. And I would think as a painting...hmm...not the most expressive of skies, kind of dull and colorless. Ah, snuggling into a poem would be a good escape. Smiles.
ReplyDelete"and I thought:
ReplyDeleteif this day was set to music . . .
it would be a lament"
my favourite lines; Warm Wishes Wendy
much love...
Wow! Simply beautiful !!!
ReplyDeleteZQ
A beautiful photo....and gorgeous writing!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful and evocative this was just the right touch of togetherness too.
ReplyDeleteThose are my least favorite days...I can never get warm as the wet and cold seep deep into my bones and mood.
ReplyDeleteOh my. This is flawless. You are a fantastic poet.
ReplyDeleteIf this day was set to music, it'd be a lament. I can say the same thing about the weather here in my neck of the woods. Lament because I would be snugged in bed listening to ballads. the sad kinds.
ReplyDeleteI've been having a few dark days - so I wonder what would be my music of choice? Pondering...
ReplyDeleteOh I love this. The ending is exquisitely romantic and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteStill, you wrote this beautiful poem despite so many troubles!
ReplyDeleteanother beauty from you Wendy...in my part of the world we're having sunny days without the need for fan and cool nights...very dream like...could be set to No 6.Allegretto perhaps :)
ReplyDeletePoetry can both describe the grey and alleviate it - such a beautiful concept..and beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteGorgeous write :D :D
ReplyDeleteLousy weather but beautiful and inspired words ~ Can't wait for spring Wendy ~ Have a wonderful week ~
ReplyDeleteAh,feeling of comfort in your poem despite the grey weather, enjoyed very much!
ReplyDeleteWendy,
ReplyDeleteA most familiar place of comfort, especially when inclement weather days spoil other arrangements. Poetry is a winner!!
Eileen
I like how you start out with a nasty day and end up with lovely poetry.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite parts: barely there . . . in smudges –
ageless, sexless, distant smudges
I have had many such days myself. A lovely rendering.
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