Oh i really like this- takes such skill to pack a short form piece with such emotion...that day I will never be with you....that line just nailed it....
This poem makes me think that the key to understanding is why Sunday would be the one day that the two cannot be together. Can the two only see each other at work, and Sunday is the one day they don't work together? Or is the poem about custody, and Sunday is the one day the child goes with the ex? Taken in that kind of context, with that kind of deliberate attempt at understanding on the part of the reader, the poem can take on a power that is larger than the sum of its parts.
Could be a myriad of interpretations but only I know. That is what is so wonderful about poetry. Unlike prose the poem belongs to the reader and to me. As long as I have transmitted a deep sadness that is what is important. Trust your poetic instincts Semaphore. Your antennae is pretty good:)
Too many reasons why, but I know mine: Lex is a pastor and very busy. This poem speaks to a yearning for someone who, for whatever reason, is not there on Sunday. Maybe this is a mistress whose lover goes back to the family, or the day a child goes off with the "other parent." It matters not. I cried. That matters. Thanks so much for this touching free form ballad to loneliness. Amy http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/08/17/twofer-thursday-dverse-and-3ww/
I'm not sure I understand this fully but the sadness is palpable.
ReplyDeletenice...great how this develops...you had me wondering what on earth is so sad about sundays...but then.. the last lines just say everything...felt
ReplyDeletenice build in this...that last stanza def carries the emotional weight of it...never being with you....
ReplyDeleteOh i really like this- takes such skill to pack a short form piece with such emotion...that day I will never be with you....that line just nailed it....
ReplyDeleteI adore the first three lines!
ReplyDeleteThat word "ache" sums up the feeling you've created in this good poem.
ReplyDeletethis reminds me of how bad I hated sundays when I worked M-F. I always dreaded those mondays, and let it affect my sunday as well.
ReplyDeleteIt can't be good that you can't be with the one you love on Sundays. great word economy in this.
So sad, and so lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis poem makes me think that the key to understanding is why Sunday would be the one day that the two cannot be together. Can the two only see each other at work, and Sunday is the one day they don't work together? Or is the poem about custody, and Sunday is the one day the child goes with the ex? Taken in that kind of context, with that kind of deliberate attempt at understanding on the part of the reader, the poem can take on a power that is larger than the sum of its parts.
ReplyDeletereally enjoyed this. The sensibility of each word choice is quite good, really like the tone and vibe here. Thanks
ReplyDeleteCould be a myriad of interpretations but only I know. That is what is so wonderful about poetry. Unlike prose the poem belongs to the reader and to me. As long as I have transmitted a deep sadness that is what is important. Trust your poetic instincts Semaphore. Your antennae is pretty good:)
ReplyDeleteToo many reasons why, but I know mine: Lex is a pastor and very busy. This poem speaks to a yearning for someone who, for whatever reason, is not there on Sunday. Maybe this is a mistress whose lover goes back to the family, or the day a child goes off with the "other parent." It matters not. I cried. That matters. Thanks so much for this touching free form ballad to loneliness. Amy
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Thank you Amy.This poem makes me cry too.
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