Something lost

Another through the window poem for dverse and a particularly strange cloud formation.

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Days begin

sun-faced and dew-bright

beneath the swaying flowers

but night shadows remain

knotted in deep roots and matted stalks

 

sky

a sounding board bounces echoes

the silent spread glitter of stars

sun on water

watches but doesnโ€™t listen

 

only the clouds brood

bringing rain or dragons

and the proof that time passes

drifting from horizon to horizon

dawn to dusk

 

dropping scales

gnat swarms

stars

on ships that pass in the night

upturned faces

 

while we

who see the immutable sky beyond

hear the silence that meets the shouted questions

search among the knotted roots

for something we never knew we had

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

44 thoughts on “Something lost”

  1. So beautifully written and thought-provoking. I love the evocations to the change of seasons and days. All significant to time, but delineated as somewhat poignant in reflection. I feel like this is about as the days transition (time goes on), those “sought-for” questions take hold of our minds. We often look to nature to define the inexplicable. I then feel at the end, it describes, in a poignant tone, that as there are no answers to be given to those questions, the answer lies in what the narrator never knew they had.

    This could mean what they did not realize could be their own personal truth of the matter. It also could be realizing that it remains a mystery in its essence, but the narrator could as well accept their own perspective on what the answer shall be. It’s rather introspective.

    Just some of my thoughts on this piece.

    Excellent poem, yet again. โค Your writing often stuns me.

    1. Thank you. I’m pleased it gave you something to chew over. I was thinking how we have a tendency to be pleased about superficially pleasant things, but the shadows are always there. Not everyone hears party laughter and sees bright lights and fireworks in the night sky, some see the darkness beyond, and the echo of it at our feet, hiding the bits of happiness we lost without even knowing we had them. Mood again.

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