Thursday, 26 January 2017

The Night Before

HEAD DOODLING BACK

The Night Before
was like many nights that we had seen . . .
warm and comfortable and, blessedly, routine.

I do not recall any portent,
that life-as-we-knew-it, would soon, come to an end.

the house snuggled in the yawning street . . .
the crazy dog rested finally curled lazily upon my feet.

the poetry dangled and swirled and deliciously hid
murmuring amongst the words as it always did.

how could darkness wake from this? 
was there something that I missed . . .
The Night Before.

at the stroke of twelve, I got ready for bed . . .
he kissed my forehead . . .
the clock tick-tocked on . . . 
the dog scratched at the door, 
and still  . . . not a hint, of what lay in store . . .

that night The Night Before.

not a cluethat such pain . . . would come the very next day . . .
when almost everything . . . was ripped away . . .

note:  This poem was written about 'the night before' job cuts were announced by my husband's employer, back in the 90's.  When we finally got re-established again (having to move - 6 of us - to another city, thousands of miles away) we had lost our community, our house (to an apartment), many of our belongings and books, our beloved "crazy dog", my job and much of our anticipated pension.  Life changed forever, though - with the passage of time - I can truthfully say that:  it wasn't all bad.  Some wonderful things have come out of that horrendous upset and, at this point, I cannot bring myself to say:  I wish it hadn't happened. 

photo:  The Night Before - W. Bourke

© 2012 Wendy Bourke

21 comments:

  1. Wow, you really surprised me at the end.

    that such pain would come the very next day.
    when almost everything . . . was ripped away . . .

    Yes, those times when our life suddenly changes - poof - and not in a "good" way. But then we somehow muddle through, and a good thing or two may come out of it.

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  2. Oh, wow, what an upheaval. I'm glad you survived and lived to poeticize about it! Interesting the perspective the passage of time can give us. Excellent poem.

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  3. Yes, sometimes in retrospect one realizes that what happened was really for the good. This has happened to me a few times too. But I really understand how one day can be just fine.....and the next day everything is changed. So difficult to go on at those times, but go on we must!!

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  4. Beautifully written. Love -the house snuggled in the yawning street . .

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  5. Hi Wendy,
    the poetry dangled and swirled and deliciously hid –
    murmuring amongst the words – as it always did...... like this very much, and enjoyed the entirety of your peice

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  6. Good that you survived, sad that it happened.

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  7. Not everyone can bounce back from misfortune such as this. Thankfully you were able to and hopefully it has made you stronger.

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  8. Making good out of a dire situation takes much strength - the image of the poetry hiding captured me.. as if perhaps it was waiting to help too?

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  9. My goodness, i m so sorry to hear this happened to you and can't imagine the amount of pain and stress you must have been through. This is a beautiful and courageous write. My love and prayers are always with you.

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  10. oh yes had me some "nights before", but we rise and face the next day with faith, its the only way forward

    much love...

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  11. What a gorgeous poem, with abrupt change we can all relate to in one way or another. And what a hard back story! I am thankful you grew to appreciate the change, grateful for this poem. Sharing.

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  12. Some fantastic imagery here....the house snuggled against the street and the poetry dangled, murmuring amongst the words....both such brilliant word pictures!!!

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  13. What a tumultuous time that must have been, Wendy. The beautiful domestic scene described, and then the breaking apart of everything that followed..............and I know what you mean about looking back, and being able to find the good things in all that followed. (Life on the west coast being pretty wonderful. Smiles.)

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  14. The ripping is sharp and haunting in your poem. The sense of shock one is left when life is pulled from under one's feet is undeniable present, especially in the last few lines. Powerful... and scarily real.

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  15. The brutality of this makes me shudder... I'm glad we have enough protections here so the life is not shattered in the event... But I guess in the end when you land with your feet down it becomes a story.

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  16. nice piece and as usual "trip" my mind landing at the end :)
    ZQ

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  17. It's a beautiful poem, all the more so for the sadness of what was lost.

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  18. This is a beautiful poem. I love your lack of resentment and that you found some good in this horrific episode of your life.

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  19. Undoubtedly, each of us who read this have had our "night before"; and, with a resilience we didn't know we had, have carried on. Your words wonderfully capture the time. Thank you for sharing.

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