Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947
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Forever Young...
I walk through the corridors,
Footsteps echoing in the silence
Searching for her
Amongst the crocheted blankets
Tucked to warm bony knees
Against frailty’s indifference.
“Hi, Granny, it’s me…”
Uncertain eyes peer through
The waves of narcotics
Seeking today’s sun
Riding the pain briefly to connect
Before the inexorable tide carries her
Beyond my reach
She floats away
I hope to a day
Where the evening is full of promise
And youth blooms shyly in the moonlight
Wafting the delicate scent of love.
She walks through memory’s corridors,
Joyously calling into the night
Searching for him
Amongst the heady fragrance
Peering into the spilled porchlight
Against time’s indifference.
15 comments:
Brava! A snapshot of another time, I love it! Okay now I'm going to try too! Wonderfully done!
This is sweet and sad, and a nice joining of past to present. I love these lines "peering into the spilled porchlight/against time's indifference."
i hope she finds that beautiful place as well...bitter sweet end to this....some really nice lines worked in there...to set the tone of the piece...
I felt it.
Tenderly written.
Lovely and sweet. It is what I want when the time comes, to get lost in sweet memories.
Gorgeously written!
The young days followed by the logical sequence of getting older and eventually fading away. All the time love is always there to share. Beautiful verse!
Yes, the indifference of frailty and time! Memories are both a joy and sweet torture as we wait for it to end but your presence at her side is real and now.
Oh, Zoe. So sad, so lovely. Wonderful take.
Hi Everyone,
Thank you all for your kind comments!
Stafford Ray - I wish I could have been at my Grandmother's side - she died 10 days after a diagnosis of cancer last year, 12 000 miles from me. I was, however able to talk to her on the phone in that week and there were moments of lucidity, which I am really thankful for.
Her own husband died in 1951, 2 years after my Mum was born. I would love to think that 1947 looked something like this painting for them - young love, the hope of a future together...
First of, I loved your blog very much...
And I liked the closing line"Against time’s indifference"...
Some Bitter-sweet memories...
Hi Errant Thoughts - I am so glad you are here! :) And thank you! :)
elegant.
Thanks for sharing.
Your poem is lovely ....
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