Another Sunrise Drowns

[a poem by ~burning woman~ ]

I remember long ago,
I was watching the sun set
I remember it was from an island
but I don’t remember which,
or when,
or where. I remember I was alone.

I say to myself: does it matter now?
No, I answer, it does not.

The earth has already turned,
oh so many times for me
each time a little slower,
each time taking a little longer
and I know now, as I didn’t know then
there must come a last time.

I sit at a little round table,
overlooking the sea, the see…
the table rocks a bit,
as does the chair,
they were made who knows where,
not for this kind of terrain.

I am alone, looking at the sea
looking at what I can see,
sluggish waves so casually
make love to a tired sandy beach.
My glasses are on the table
beside the empty wine bottle;
tonight, particularly tonight
my thoughts are far from here.

Once, I remember, I had a future;
it was filled with colour
and the laughter of children
mixed with mine, my smile,
they said, shamed the rising sun;
dreams and hopes chased each other
across so many landscapes
and seascapes where tiny white boats
sailed away into the sunrise
questing in hope that springs eternal.

Every sunrise must turn into a sunset,
is that not so?
This evening, slow and cool in purple
fills with rasping dreams of romance
that never was; dried longings
parched Autumn leaves falling, sails
no wind ever came around to fill:
I see just another sunrise helplessly
come to drown into the endless sea.

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14 thoughts on “Another Sunrise Drowns

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thank you much, Roger (written while my life is trying to run away from me in ecstasy or curse of busy-ness!)

      Reply
  1. franklparker

    Brooding on the past through a bottle of wine is very dangerous. Thank you for delighting us with another of your beautiful poems but please return to thinking about the future.

    Reply
    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks Frank! I guess I was taking a break from the future thing, which doesn’t appear to be manifesting too many bowls of cherries, but in retrospect, neither does the past. Hm, caught in the vise of time, and I never learned how to do present!

      Reply

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