We wait for the powder to come
Always waiting
Looking at our shoes
They are scuffed and tired
We hide under the covers but sleep doesn't come
We drink coffee and crunch bread
As if it will make time a little easier to swallow
Iron the clothes
Dust down the sheets
Morning will greet us with its usual grin
We made it through another night
We have another day to get through
Such is the way
We take small steps into the sacred building
Daren't lay a prayer upon the board
Just look at the candle burning bright
The rich purples and silver blooms
We come home again
Sink into a half sleep
Always waiting
Always waiting
For the powder to come.
This is beautifully poigant, Jae!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sanaa
ReplyDeletesmall steps into the sacred building... well said.. that in essence is life!
ReplyDeleteThanks thotpurge
DeleteA quiet poem of desperation with some beautiful images.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rallentanda
DeleteThere is such a weariness expressed here. It is as if sleep is nothing but a cruel tease, and the day instead is a respite (despite being tired) from dealing with whatever it is that comes at night.
ReplyDeleteIt is nice to feel that even though "the power" seems to be so far away, the hope for it hasn't disappear. When days get toughest, that can be such a strength...
ReplyDeleteWhen you say waiting for powder I get this image of a ski-bum waiting for the perfect snow... then the poem get's a completely different meaning. :-)
ReplyDeleteAt least looking at the candles must be a pleasure, with those "rich purples and silver blooms". Anyway, I hope so.
ReplyDeleteDesperate wait...and making it barely through another day :)
ReplyDeletePowder do remind of the fluffy snow !
Your poetry always is laced with so much hope. I love it!
ReplyDeleteThis is really a beautiful poem Jae. There is a wistful longing in the words. However as always you leave the reader to interpret it themselves which allows them to wonder about their own lives.
ReplyDeleteThere is something so poignant about scuffed and tired shoes, Jae, which say a lot about their wearers, and the lines
ReplyDelete'Morning will greet us with its usual grin
We made it through another night'
express how I feel most days.
A poem I can identify with.
Sometimes it seems that way, "always waiting." We ask, for what? There no answers. Love your write!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it seems that way, "always waiting." We ask, for what? There no answers. Love your write! "Swallowing time," caught my eye.
ReplyDeleteI love "We take small steps into the sacred building." Small steps, one hour, one day at a time.....our lives scroll by. Your poems are bright moments in my day.
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