Your long-awaited evening rest,
once beckoned by your bedroom light,
has called you in. Sandcastle’s crest,
sworn to defend, must bid goodnight.
Day seeks its end. At dawn’s first sight,
your long-awaited evening rest
restored your flight. Your passion soared
beyond the nest where you’d recite
your one request, “Just be your best.”
But as you slept, time dimmed the bright.
Your long-awaited evening rest
has cast a poison apple spell.
You know me not, though knew me well.
I cannot reach you through the white
of Heaven’s clouds… as they ingest
your long-awaited evening rest.
Powerfully penned, DK. This one pulls at the heartstrings my friend. Phenomenal write, thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian
I’m so glad you like it, Damian. Thank you.
You amaze me every time you put pen to paper…
What is paper, Sam?
You amaze me every time you put your lips… well, we will talk about that later
You’re an impressive writer. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading, Alex. I’m so glad you like.
Bad Uncle is impressed ….
BIG LIKE
Then my day is complete, baby
Makes my day too darling ..
Beautifully worded. Magically intriguing. You present this topic with patience & understanding. A gentle, moving piece. Nice work DK.
Thank you, Keith. Thanks for reading!
Very nice and, very likely, my favorite form.
So I gathered from reading your poems! Thank you, Reggie!
Your imagery cushions the blow of loss with love. 🌼
Thank you, Joe!
I know too many people with Alzheimer’s. This hit hard.
What they said, all of them💕
Me too. Thanks for reading, Mary!
I like greatly how the line ‚ Your long-awaited evening rest’ works its way through the poem, occupying a successive lines.
Also, “has cast a poison apple spell” is a strong line.
It’s a formal poetry style called a Quatern. Eight syllables per line, four stanzas.
Thanks for checking this out, SeaCat!
Thank you for the info; I don’t know many poetic forms😄
Beautiful and peaceful. I often wonder as everyone does, what is next. I think it’s not for us to know so we get to choose to believe whatever. I choose to believe I’ll be reunited with everyone I lost and miss. And if I’m wrong well not like I’ll know.
Great ink
Even if it is what we believe, it probably won’t be the way that we think.
Thanks so much for reading this, Nick. I love your comments!
xoxo
If nothing else, DK🍷
I’m helplessly obliged to bow, Dear Poetess, in sheer respect and awe at how accomplished your poetic acumen has been developed … and, this brilliantly rendered French Quatern rendering proves how genuinely undeniable it truly is.
Your amazingly diverse skills are brought vibrantly to light via the many varied themes you bring to the page in widely abundant mastery of poetic forms, command of diction, flowing syntax, metaphoric imagery, emotive instinct, spot-on enjambments and rhymes, and so much more … all brought forth through the rich poetic voice of that of a poetesses’ poetess.
“You know me not, though knew me well.
I cannot reach you through the white
of Heaven’s clouds … as they ingest
your long-awaited evening rest.”
How more perfectly validated could loss of memory be expressed(?) … I really do not know.
And, your Artwork choice? Exemplary!
Well, lest I wear thinner my exuberant welcome, let me close with a simple humble, “Sigh!”
Most reverently, Dear Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard 🙏
I’m going to shove my tongue down your throat, Richard. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I want to French Quatern you to death. I promise not to make you suffer, though. I’ll do things to take your mind off suffocating. Give me your little white cloud of Heaven.
xoxo
Suffering? What suffering?
Seems my “mind” you’ve already distracted … and, if I happen to suffocate, what a way to go … LOL!
I promise a slow and sloppy end, babe.
Oh Meg, this was good. I see why it won- Congratulations! This is touching, I couldn’t help but get teary eyed at the line “You know me not, though knew me well.” Heavy, heartfelt, honest, a fate we may all experience, yet hopefully not. Beautiful poem
Hey ITR! Damn, I’m glad you’re back. When I was reading your stuff, I noted you hadn’t signed on in a month. At least, that’s what it looked like. I’m glad you didn’t miss your gold medal. I love your prose.
So, thanks for the review and critique. I need to go back and adjust the spacing properly. I’m not sure what happened there. This kind of poem should have stanzas (quatrains). Anyway, I’m so glad you like it. I love the Blue Ridge Mtns btw. How lovely it must be to live there. I’m from N.C. and visited The Biltmore many times – not so far away.
Now I can see why its a winner!
I feel sad for not reading this one before. A heart touching write. Well done!
And congrats! “)
Oh, thank you, M.E
I’ve got a lot of crap posted. Easy to miss something. I’m glad you like this.
xoxo
Wow, the meter in this is gorgeous. Evokes the great classic poets. Impressive.
Tremendous work. Powerful writing.