Salvaging the Day

Dust rise and the dusk blinks,
Dawn came but went before
you woke, asleep on sand
as it brushed against your
skin, making your statue
form, silhouetted with waves
bowing at the feet of the day.

The stars rose, wider beyond
all comprehension, opening
up our eyes to beauty and
unknown majesty that now
blinds your perception
as you dust off the covers
of old trinkets and clothes,
ruffling and rustling through
collected items sending
pangs down your spine
of all the things you've
seen and wanted to see.

Maybe today is the day,
we spoke softly
to each other,
The day everything is
crushed by light.

Dust rise and the dusk blinks,
Dawn came but went before
you woke, asleep on sand
as it brushed against your
skin, I spoke of sin and
pain throbbing in the air...
You said you'd come
and salvage the day.

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

Beautifully written! The iamges come and go, like tides, like what the person asleep in the sand would feel. After reading this, I feel lost in a dream world, isolated in ways that only dreams that release small daily fears can make one feel. This one will stay with me, for the images and sensations evoked.

[Yellow]

I love this one.
Thanks for submitting!
-Yellow

[Kathryn]

Absolutely beautiful. I have to quote Mark Strand for this one:

"There's a difference between understanding a poem and experiencing a poem. One can experience a poem and not understand it. One can fall in love with a woman and not know why. Same with a poem. It just seemed beautiful, and it seems to say something that you're not quite sure of, except to say that it moves you."

I don't know the meaning behind this (and perhaps I never will, and I suppose that is the beauty of interpretation), but I really loved how it felt and sounded. I think I might have seen some religious themes, but sometimes we see what we want to see. Great imagery and use of nature. Mastery.