Spring Equinox

Shamefully didn’t realise it was the equinox until my friend reminded me. This is my poetic offering to excuse my ignorance!

This Sunday
We will lose an hour.

Doesn’t bother me.

It would only be
Another hour without you.

My heart’s axis is always tilted
Towards you,
Wherever you are.

Your love is all I’ll ever look for.

But we will never be
In equal light again.

We will forever be
Between sunset and sunrise,
In unbodily resurrection.

And so I’ve decided Spring for me
Starts in early April,
When the bluebells appear
Beyond our garden walls.

And some upwelling of feelings
Surges within a deep memory
that was once physically felt
By some lowly Catholic child.

Reviews

[Amy R]

What a heartfelt poem, showing us how time passes just as seasons changes. It juxtaposes the fleeting nature of time with the enduring nature of love, hinting at the idea that physical separation does not diminish emotional connection.

Your language choice is poignant and evocative, yet simple. Loving the imagery really.

Words like "tilted," "resurrection," and "bluebells" evoke a sense of beauty intertwined with melancholy. Phrase "unbodily resurrection" suggests a transcendent love that exists beyond physical presence.

Greatly written, I definitely enjoyed it.
-Amy

[John F]

Ah Amy! Thank you! Your reviews are so thoughtful and considered always! I am
a bit swamped in melancholic thoughts this week and so it’s nice to hear it is the poignant type!

[Amy R]

Very welcome, been a part of my mood today to (melancholic)..

[John F]

Sometimes we need to live with melancholia I think. There’s a tearfulness to it for me anyway

[John F]

*restfulness (although tearfulness would be apt too!)

[Amy R]

Totally understand u, yes, it be like that sometimes. be good ok.

[John F]

Yes, ma’am!