Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Death of a Day.

I refuse to justify the waning of the day
No matter that the sunset is a glorious blaze
It is the death of daylight.
Spilling its lifeblood into the sky.

No matter that the stars are bright.
They shed precious little light.
To illuminate the black of night.

I cannot accept this death of daytime.
The moon, a melancholy globe,
Does nothing to assuage.
I’ll mourn ‘til morn.


1933 - 2010


Travis said...

That's really quite good. I hope all is well for your new year.

cathy said...

Travis - Thankyou.

Akelamalu said...

Nice poem Cathy.

Happy New Year to you m'dear.

cathy said...

Akela - Happy New Year :)

BBC said...

Frankly my dear, I do not understand the poem.

Sure, daylight disappears here everyday also but I don't see it as dying. It's just visiting other parts of the rock being as it rotates.

Shoot, if the rock stopped turning it would be daylight here all the time and I couldn't share it with you over there.

The moon I don't pay much attention to, but sometimes it's bright enough to be helpful to see better at night.

And I'z gots sum of dat artificial light to brighten my life when the day is visiting your side of da rock.

Well, and a little beer, ha ha ha

Mutter, mutter.


BBC said...

Oh hell, don't pay any attention to me, I tend to look at things in pretty analytical ways, being as some of those things I can't change anyway.

What you really need is for me to hold you in the dark.

Boy, I sure am full of myself, ha ha ha ha ha

cathy said...

It's a metaphor Billy.

BBC said...

An analytical person like me is supposed to care about and understand a metaphor?

A hug I understand, metaphors are confusing to me.

flutter said...

this is lovely

ann said...

oh so sad cathy - there's beauty in both

BBC said...

If you other readers have never seen a picture of Cathy I have news for you.

She's one hot looking gal. :-)

cathy said...

It's menopause that does it.

lime said...

though i feel differently about the night this is a marvelous bit of poetry. the line about the sunset spilling its lifeblood into the sky....just wonderful.

Logophile said...

I just read your comment on my blog and your poem put me in mind of
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

My heart is with you.

BBC said...

It's menopause that does it.

Ha ha ha ha ha

If I knew how to write a metaphor I write one about you, but I'm a metaphor idiot.

And if you wasn't married I would flirt more with you, write something for you like, oh, I don't know, something like....

Come, stand with me, by the sea.
Hold my hand and be as me.
Be one, as we.
Be we, as one.
Come, stand with me, by the sea.

I suppose that is about the best poem I've ever wrote, but at least it was from the heart.

Hey, is that a metaphor?

Na, I guess not, even though I can't figure out just what exactly a metaphor is.

I'd better stick to fixing cars and building homes and going camping.

cathy said...

Thankyou lime I quite like that bit myself:)

Logophile - You hit the nail on the head my poem is raging about death.

"Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage rage against the dying of the light" - Dylan Thomas.

val said...

That's beautiful. Good to see you back. I hope 2010 will be better for you.

BBC said...

my poem is raging about death.

A metaphor is now a poem? Too damn many words on this rock.

As for death, it's not much of a concept to an omnipresent spirit that accepts that the death of one silly little body is not something to get all worked up about.

cathy said...

Val - Thanks and Happy New Year.

BBC - Shush

My beloved Mother in Law died at 8pm last night. God rest her soul.

ann said...


i'm so sorry for you and your family's sad loss - she had been so poorly for some time hadn't she

please accept my condolences and may you all be granted strength at this sad time and be spared any further sorrow

my thoughts and prayers are with you and yours

lotsa luv ann x0x0x0x

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

It's so good to see you, Cathy! I appreciate the poem.

BBC said...

My beloved Mother in Law died at 8pm last night. God rest her soul.

I'm going to assume that she died with grace and dignity. And that she is at peace in death as there is great peace in that.

Hon, you didn't lose anything, you can pull her spirit near you anytime you like, she gained her freedom from this place.

I'm actually looking forward to my freedom from this mess.

Going to throw a wake for her? They are happy things, I want my passing to be a big happy party for those I leave behind.

bobbybegood1 said...

Sorry so late finding your blog Cathy. Lovely, lovely poem. My condolences about your mommy-in-law.

Logophile said...

Oh Cathy, I just read your post-script from the 12th.

I'm so glad she had you.
I hope and pray your warm memories of her crowd out the pain and loss.

Hugs to you!