From 2016.




Vesperal

I would preserve
the sun's dim glow
of a February afternoon
muffled and gray
when the sky weighs down
with soon-coming snow

I would immortalize
the electric light
of my humble kitchen
where I've made coffee
which I sip so late
as I sit and write

I would offer a psalm
to the dark-garbed mood
of a day all dusk
when memory takes hold
and all a soul can do
is sigh and brood

I would intone an ode
that looks toward lost days
and longs for what is not
but the phone rings
and breaks this heavy haze
of sad sweet thought





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-27 at 12:09

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Perhaps the reverie was lost, but the "sad sweet" nature of the poem lingers. It's nice to read such gently presented words.
2018-01-27


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thoroughly enjoyed this wander in your consciousness, Thomas!
2018-01-27


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is such a vuvid and wistful image, cozy and melancholic. I enjoy the words you choose and the way you put them together for just the right effect.
Ashe
2018-01-27