Sunlight

Sunlight

A Poem by Perdition

There's nothing I could want 

no pretensions

I've turned the words over and around

the old man craving time left for hate

as I glance at the old broken porchlight 

pathway now overgrown

I sit by the reeds where life has become my riverbank

imagining we are children in the broken morning sunlight 

one last time

© 2023 Perdition


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Deep thoughts and deep places can be found in the poem my friend. It is hard to find the good days sometime. But we must. I liked the ending. I am almost there. Waiting for the ending with the sun on my face. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

Oh wow..glad I looked cause somehow this one got lost...Again much appreciation Coyote. The ending i.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You did my friend.
I want nothing materially but if I could have a wish I certainly would like to turn back time and revisit my childhood home for a day. Time to be with my parents and four siblings. You can’t put a price on that. I sit by the riverbank often. We are fortunate enough to have the Thames and the marina close to home. Your poem brought some sunlight to me this afternoon. You sent me on a thought flight and I thank you for that. You also reminded me of my grandfather who loved to sit and watch the Thames through all the seasons of the year. A really enjoyable and rewarding piece of poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

Probably the sweetest review I think I’ve ever received, to hear that it reminded you as these thi.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

My pleasure
But there is something the narrator wants. He wants more time. He wants back the lost days of youth. He simply knows that he can't have that just as none of us can. So the poem is about acceptance as much as disappointment and perhaps, regret. So he remains, daydreaming and static, like the reeds on the riverbank. Can he find his way back across the "overgrown path" by the light of a "broken porchlight"? The reader is doubtful, wistful and empathetic. You accomplish much in the condensation of feeling here. Well done. I enjoyed the read. F.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

Well, I hope you're not referring to my understanding of your review as I am the same...it was since.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

1 Year Ago

Yuck on the covid. Had our own bout back in January. Mine lasted and lasted in its aftereffects. Ten.. read more
Perdition

1 Year Ago

Good to hear...not about the Covid bit but the other and yep Seuss was awesome, Truly!
Reminiscing over the past and reflecting on the simpler things makes us long for those happier days. Age has a way of making one appreciate what has been found through the looking glass. Seize the day then let it go. Well penned.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

Are you calling me old?..lol. Thank you for your kind words and review~
Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

You're only as old as you feel. :)
A sadness here. Perhaps when your mind has turned back time and there's a need to grp onto things before they fade - or scar, Happens, life is not the bed of roses we all crave, need, hope for. Or maybe we. you, just need time for self, it's an essential So hope it slips into view. Take care, keep safe.. please.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Perdition

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your kind words and review~

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