Finally the dregs of the day drained away with the sunset Taking with them the sweat and tears that spilled onto the remnants of a dream crushed Writing the obituary as it sinks beyond the horizon into another time
But the moon does rise high into the night sky shining its light on the darkness of what once was Infusing a delicate soul with its energy and brightness Reassuring and reminding tomorrow will surely come
Great title, Christine! Disasters of all sorts have been equalisers throughout history, and this one has put the whole world in the same boat. I love the way you’ve used contrast in this poem, the shift from negative words and phrases, such as ‘dregs’, ‘sweat and tears’ and ‘crushed’, to the positive beauty of the moon ‘shining… with its energy and brightness’, and the reminder that tomorrow will come.
“Hope is a good thing, may be the best of all things, and no good thing ever dies” — Stephen King
hope you don’t mind, i just happen to love quotes. Btw, it’s a beautiful poem.
I was drawn to your post by the picture, and I am glad I was; otherwise, I would have missed a wonderful poem.
You are so sweet Geri. Thank you very much ☺️💕
Yes he shines his light and shows us the way ☺️
You can always trust the moon… so much hope in darkness.
Nature’s cycles are reassuring. (K)
Yes they certainly are. With change there is new hope 🥰
It’s ironic, but true, that that dim light following the setting sun can bring hope, like a beacon through the night, leading to a new day.
Yes for sure. It’s as if it is cleansing, healing. 😊
A poem of hope, thank you!
Thanks so much Mary 🥰
You had me at “dregs of the days drained” but I also enjoyed the stark contrast in imagery. The moon was so comforting in your poem.
Thanks Mish. The night sky is inspiring and healing ☺️
Beautifully written and loved the hope
You’re so sweet! Thank you Jude ☺️
No thank you Christine ❤️
Awww, thanks 🥰
What a powerful piece! Hopeful and aspiring!
You’re most kind. Thank you ☺️
My pleasure!
Thank you my dear 🥰
Hopeful and wonderful, Christine! 🙂💞
Thanks dear Punam 🙂💕
My pleasure, dear. 🙂
Great title, Christine! Disasters of all sorts have been equalisers throughout history, and this one has put the whole world in the same boat. I love the way you’ve used contrast in this poem, the shift from negative words and phrases, such as ‘dregs’, ‘sweat and tears’ and ‘crushed’, to the positive beauty of the moon ‘shining… with its energy and brightness’, and the reminder that tomorrow will come.
You’re so kind Kim. Thank you for that wonderful feedback. I’m happy you liked it 🥰
Darkness transformed, wonderful Christine.
Thanks Lisa dear 🥰
🙂 <3
“Hope is a good thing, may be the best of all things, and no good thing ever dies” — Stephen King
hope you don’t mind, i just happen to love quotes. Btw, it’s a beautiful poem.
Yes indeed. In the end there is always hope ☺️ I love the quote 👍
The moon does provide hope.
I am always thrilled to see the moon. It lifts my spirits every time☺️
So poignant, but beautiful
Thank you my dear 🥰
A pleasure
So well put, Christine.
Thanks Tracy 🥰
Yes, we must hold on to this….
Reassuring
and reminding
tomorrow will
surely come
Yes Dwight as sure as the sun will come up.☺️