The Currency of Day's End
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Henry Raeburn
Portrait of Ms. Eleanor Urquhart
Day seasons its end
with crumbs of stale bread
salty upon my tongue
lodging between teeth
taking up residence in tiny pockets,
and remind me of
the unfolding lamp of the morning to
come
when the heart’s manna
lying fresh
opens again
into the promise of the day
strewn with honey and herb
to heighten flavor
and smooth
its path.
These crumbs I reserve for later--
Ziplocked--
for ends
for loneliness
for promises made
and blithely spent.
I hold the currency of day’s end.
I like the image of ziplocking the honeyed scents for ends and loneliness ~ Terrific share ~
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the read Heaven--love your work as well--
DeleteFirstly, manna reference, awesome.
ReplyDeleteThe concept of a passed moment becoming currency is fantastic. Not everyone has the right attitude for saving such a thing, I suppose.
Thank you Jack!!
DeleteReally enjoyed this, a nice soft flow with the right touch of sweetness :) thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteThank you Tatius!
DeleteIt was a big no-no to stash some manna over night, next thing ya know, there's quail flyin out of your nose.
ReplyDeleteI love the line~promises made and blithely spent~though i need to reconcile it.
I also love the hope of honey every morning.
That chick's got a pretty hip doo for the day.
~rick
You crack me up Rick--thank you!
DeleteAudrey, this was wonderful. Such a soft and gentle poem. Lots of thought.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary!!
DeleteVery lovely, especially "I hold the currency of day's end".
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry! Thank you!
DeleteWonderful and thoughtful verse!
ReplyDeleteThank you Madeleine!!
Deleterich diction.wonderful words and images.loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Abin!!
Deletereally nice style - your images really jump out
ReplyDeleteThank you Old Ollie!!!
DeleteBeautiful piece Audrey, love how you have captured this in metaphor...lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Poet Laundry!
DeleteThis has such a classic feel to it - I adore the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerry! I am glad!
DeleteThe heart's manna... fresh anew each day. I ponder the meaning and hope to incorporate the essence. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim!
DeleteCrumbs can indeed be quite precious as shown in your moving poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you rch!!
DeleteI love the tone of this.
ReplyDeleteSorry I didn't stop by earlier. I appreciate the visit and comment you paid my blog last week!