Evening is long, not dreary
but drained, a dissipation,
I am weary
and I linger here
to wait for drowsing,
wait for silence
to fill my ears.
I have enough of wary hope
to understand, again, tonight,
that tomorrow is an open door,
that I will wake to wanton
singing,
careless hope,
impulsive lifting up
of eyes and arms,
dashing at
dawn
to do
another day.
Richard Carl Subber is a poet, freelance copy editor, and
writing mentor. Rick has two chapbooks on Amazon: Writing Rainbows:
Poems for Grown-Ups, and Seeing far: Selected poems. His poems
appeared in The Four Elements: Effects and Influences, an anthology
by Poets Collective; in the Aurorean, and elsewhere.
yes, tomorrow is always another day...
ReplyDeleteDear Rick,
ReplyDeleteSometimes we wallow in somber moods but as long as we believe in a better tomorrow, positive feeling rule. I like the message you bring us here
Thank you for sharing your poem.
Best wishes,
Inge
In view of the gloom & doom, The thought of an open door tomorrow intrigues me.
ReplyDeleteKnight Writer
Hi Jack, Inge, Yancy -- thanks for the encouragement, glad you liked my poem
ReplyDeleteRichard, thank you for sharing your talent. Yes, tomorrow will bring a better day....if we look for it. I enjoyed the read
ReplyDeleteSincerely, Charlene