Saturday, August 16, 2008

Observations for Sunday Scribblings

Just a simple observation about taking a walk.
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The Last Night

The last night of vacation
is dark.
The stars’ eyes are gray
with tears.
The wind is cold
as I walk up
around the Russian Church.
Dead leaves chase me
like puppies trying
to nip at my feet.

I know I will have to get up
early the next morning
and that thought sits
in my stomach
like too much turkey dinner.

This walk is
an Alka Seltzer,
though:
a small burp of relief.

12 comments:

bevies-place said...

Hi Linda :0

Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my poems. Your blog address link worked so your perseverance has obviously has paid off.

I really liked the style of this poem. The word pictures came through clearly. I think, out of ever poem that I have read over the last few months, that this one is my most favourite.

Bev

Granny Smith said...

Wow! I love this. I've been feeling a bit that way myself: just back from a wonderful trip to Oregon and now an unexpected cold spell. And I'm not even unpacked yet!

In vivid and imaginative imagery you have captured a a tremendous sense of mood and atmosphere.

Thank you!

bellamocha said...

This is wonderful- very well written with each word capturing the mood perfectly. And an unexpected ending...perfect!

Amarettogirl said...

I love this post! So poetically well-written, visual and melancholy! The leaves like puppies nipping was great! Also that universal heavy feeling of a stomach too full - that only a walk can seem to cure! great observation post!

Portals Unknown said...

well done and I love the end!

anthonynorth said...

A feeling we all get from time to time, but we rarely express it as well as this.

paisley said...

excellent depiction of that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you know the end is near...

gautami tripathy said...

I can relate with this. I too have felt like this at times..

Has anything changed?

mspennylane said...

Nice poem and like some other commenters I really like the end too

Devil Mood said...

Oh I know...too much turkey, that was a really good metaphor :)

Giggles said...

Wonderful visual, so much emotion, I feel the sadness of vacations end! Love the turkey metaphor! We share the same passion for simplicity with meaning! As I read along, I felt like a shadow on a journey with the author

Hugs Giggles

Beth said...

Your opening lines reminded me of that winding street up in Sitka, Alaska, where we walked one cold summer several years ago, to find a raven perched right at the very top of the spire of the Russian Orthodox Church. The poem is beautiful and doesn't need to be of any one place as it so clearly catches the mood of attaching to something new and then taking impressions home. Lovely!

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