Darkness comes early on these winter days
colour drains from bleached frigid skies
cobalt tints bleed to shades of stone
dripping into gun-metal water
remorseless, brutal
devoid of hope.
Darkness crowds in on these winter days
warmth leaches from dwindling vistas
landscapes recede, horizons narrow
care-free life flutters out of reach
fading to remembrance
of times past.
A glimmer remains on these winter days
a single shaft of sunlight reaches out
to dispel today’s sombre skies
one ray of honeyed promise
for a golden new
tomorrow.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #83 photo prompt.
Image credit: Sadje
The image shows a wooden pier extending into a lake. The sky overhead is partly cloudy with sun trying to peep.
Winters come and Winters go. The grey days seem gloomy, but they only fill in the spaces between the bright days. Nice one, Chris! 🙂
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That’s such a lovely thought, Tom! Thanks for that 🙂
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Just sharing the light! I like doing that! 🙂
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And you do it so well. 🙂
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😊🙂🌞
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The last stanza is the best.
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Thanks, Reena. There’s always a ray of hope somewhere.
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Yeah…right.
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What a moving, evocative poem Chris. Thanks for joining in my friend.
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Thanks, Sadje… and thanks for the prompt! 🙂
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You’re welcome Chris.
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Reblogged this on Keep it alive and commented:
Reblog; A beautiful poem from Chris Hall, in response to WDYS # 83.
Enjoy
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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It’s my pleasure
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You turned that around beautifully by the end, Chris. ‘Cobalt tints bleed…’ was 👏
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Thanks so much, Matthew. Pleased that worked!
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I loved how you wrapped it up with a ray of golden sunlight. Beautifully written, Chris. I just loved this
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Thank you, Shweta! I’m so pleased you enjoyed it. 🙂
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“Dripping into gun-metal water” Loved this line in particular. Great poem.
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Thanks, Tom! Appreciate that 🙂
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One ray of honeyed promise….what a beautiful line Chris….and that’s actually all it takes to drive away the dark grey clouds !
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So it does! Thanks for this, Radika 🙂
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Amazing poem, Chris. I have to learnt a lot from you ! Loved your metaphors ..
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Thanks so much, Dakshali! So kind of you 🙂
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😊
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Brilliant uplifting ending to this, Chris. Inspiring words! 🙂
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Thanks, Tom. We must have some light in the darkness! 🙂
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It has a musicality, like humming a favorite song.
And I bet that it would also look beautiful printed (which is a different beast from screen appearance).
Well done.
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Thanks so much, Nick! Much as I love blogging and chatting on WP and reading on my Kindle, I have to agree, you really can’t beat the look and feel of pen and ink. 🙂
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A fellow pen and ink enthusiast!!
We are not extinct…yet!
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Not quite!
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Structure of the poem is amazing and the flow of the thoughts is beautiful. The ending uplifting with ‘the shaft of sunlight’. ‘one ray of honeyed promise’ love this line.
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I’m so pleased you enjoyed that lead up to our better tomorrow, Kritika!
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My pleasure kindly 🙂
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A dark a gloomy story empowered by emotion. Beautifully written, Well done.
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Thank you kindly, Mason. 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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This is a beautiful poem, Chris, and I love the hopeful ending.
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Thanks, Robbie! We must always hang onto hope. 🙂
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Love it! What I like is that you can take this literally or figuratively.
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Thanks, Debra. That’s right 🙂
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Oh my, what a lovely poem, Chris. Beautifully elegant. 😊
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Thanks very much, Jeff! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Chris! 😊
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I LOVE this poem! I wasn’t expecting the ray of hope at the end–it was most welcome!!
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I’m so pleased you enjoyed this, Liz! Dark days need a ray of sunshine 🙂
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Indeed they do. 🙂
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What a beautiful, flowing poem, Chris! Wonderfully composed, striking imagery, a ray of hope at the end! Not only technically excellent but meaningful and heartfelt! ❤
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Thanks so much, Cheryl. I really appreciate your feedback 🙂
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The imagery is perfection Chris😊😊😊
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Thanks so much, my friend 🙂 – I’m still wallowing in the nostalgia your poem inspired!
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😊😊🤗🤗🤗🤗
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WOW! Simply awesome. The dreariness of winter seems to seep out of every line. “Cobalt tint bleeds to shades of stone”….That’s such a great way to describe the paleness of sun. Absolutely deserving of a big applause. 👏👏👏 😊
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Thanks so much, Goutam!
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Here’s to a golden new tomorrow 🍻
~B
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Absolutely!
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That first stanza drips with exciting language and imagery! Wowza!
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So very kind of you, Benjamin! 🙂
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Welcome! 🙂
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[…] Chris Hall; Dispel the dark […]
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Well penned, Chris! 😊 The last stanza is simply superb!
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Thanks so much, Priya 🙂
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[…] Dispel the darkness […]
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Thank you for sharing to your site.
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I remember winter days like that! All that gray and brief interludes of sun.
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It’s been a bit like that here today, but nothing compared to the dark days of a British winter. When I feel cold on our wet and chilly winter days, I just remind myself of those bleak mornings when I had to dig my car out of the snow. 😉
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i must admit, winter is far more my preference compared to the scorching summer heat…
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I guess we’re all different. I’m a hot house flower! 🙂
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“a single shaft of sunlight reaches out” is such a beautiful line.
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Thanks, Susan! I appreciate your encouragement 🙂
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I don’t miss the cold winters one iota…your poem described the dreariness and then a glimpse of what was to come…Perfect response to the prompt …:)
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Thanks so much, Carol 🙂 I don’t miss cold winters either!
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