At day’s end …

 I’ve tucked all the corners
Trimmed the edges
Brushed away the dust
That fell in the space you
Used to fill

Still you have not come

If it’s night and horizons dim
Softly melting into
Blue and gray

If it’s warm inside and
Ovens bake
Dipping into
Sticky and sweet

Where is the sight of it
The taste of it
To fill a hungry soul?


fOIS In The City 

 Photograph by JenG


Filed under Poetry Wednesday

6 responses to “At day’s end …

  1. What a poignant poem. It leaves me feeling empty–hungry, as you so aptly put it–for the sticky sweetness of connection.


  2. DM

    Very nice. Sticky sweetness. Very nice.


  3. christicorbett

    What a beautiful picture! I love that time of day, when day isn’t over and night hasn’t quite begun.

    Thanks for sharing,
    Christi Corbett


  4. Keli, Donna and Christi: Thanks so much for the kind words.

    About that poem, it is part of my “ancient” collection of pages salvaged from my days in college.

    The picture is one of my daughter’s. In every apartment where she lives, she sets up on one window and does sunsets, sunrise and seasons. She actually has a file for “sky” photos and this is one of them.


  5. I really like this. I get a sense of mixed emotions from it.


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