22 September 2011

Poem


Hours passed.
They seemed like days -
Waiting for you
On that forgotten corner in unforgiving rain
Spotted by the streetlight's glow.

Days passed.
They seemed like years -
Aching for you
As if you'd be my missing jigsaw piece
Making sense of everything.

Years passed.
They seemed like moments -
Reaching for you
Like a trawlerman drowning at sea
Wondering where you were.

10 comments:

Elizabeth said...

YP, that is an incredibly beautiful and poignant poem.

Is the lovely picture one of your own works of art? I was wondering why the man is holding his shoes? x

Jennyta said...

That poem is amazing - haunting and beautiful.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful sad poem - a love lost is often remembered.

Anna :o]

Yorkshire Pudding said...

THANK YOU to Elizabeth, Jenny and Anna for taking the time to read this poem and to react to it. You are allowed to make of it what you will because a poem isn't always like a scientific formula - something explainable and clear. I was hoping for an "air of mystery". Is the narrator waiting for a lover? I'm not sure. Perhaps he/she was waiting for someone who's deceased or some kind of god to explain everything... Elizabeth - no it's not one of my pictures - I just searched for it and felt the mood of the picture fitted the poem.

Elizabeth said...

And it does just that, so well. x

©Occupied Country said...

You really should publish your poems YP, they're fantastic.

Mountain Thyme said...

When I read this haunting poem, it immediately brought to mind the ending of the book, Doctor Zhivago. Not the movie, but the book. Beautiful and woeful poem, Mr. Pudding.

John Gray said...

awwww
x

Helsie said...

Well done YP

Shooting Parrots said...

Took me right back to the teenage angst of being stood up!