
a bruised day's light
There is a garden for the faded things
(this is where all wistful thinking springs)
And the longer I live, the greater it grows -
How well I know now, it's where every moment goes.
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I watch a bruised day's light, aching, recede
Seeing all scenes sink, as fallen seed
to sleep beyond time in imaginary beds
lying in wait in the lost corners of our heads.
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Someday, I vow, I shall reap from that field
And lavish in untold warm, full yield;
Til then I've but hope, and a cold morn's rise
to harvest as these drifting, fading memories' prize.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)



Comments (3)
Lovely! I really liked how “faded things” and “falling seeds” feel alive yet gentle. Super nostalgic and calm! 💖
Damn Gabriel, this is stunning in every way. Wistful thoughts and feelings flow through your words like a cozy day by the fire.
Gabriel, I loved this: its subject matter, the soft imagery you chose and the gentle cadence of the rhyme. It's thoughtful, a little mournful, a little hopeful, all combined into a wistfully delivered little package.