FOUR

Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

The Oblivion Corpus is back. This is the fourth poem, short and bittersweet. Enjoy!

Hope you all had a nice weekend. Mine was and still is pretty busy, but nice nonetheless.

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And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

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sunrise

Wavy Sunset. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

We’ve observed together
Vermilion sunrise and better
Silvery moonlight high above.

We’ve walked the same lane
Through the wind and rain
Snow and feeble leaves.

And when the noon comes
Severe heat evaporates us
We go our own ways

Just to start all over again.

 

*If you enjoyed this poem, then do read these: ONE, TWO, THREE.

 

Birth of January

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Rejoice now,
January is being born.
For a few moments
in between, there is no Time.
The night has almost passed.
Vermillion sunrise over the horizon.
People are awake, well, most of them.
Some are just taking a break.
You can’t admire the colors from here.
There’s only beauty within
and that can be hard to see.
Snow shimmers as Sun grins.
Not meant to abhor, but also
it isn’t a lovely sight
when January is being born.
And it took seven hours,
give or take,
happened more than once,
but it will never happen again
the way it did last time…
So goes for everything
in this world of ours.

December

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“It’s gone.”
Dread filled with echo.
The thread that pulls you up has been cut.
“The fight is over.  Now stop.”
“I will not. There’s still one left.”
“So what? In a few moments it’ll be gone.”
You look at the sun.
“But for now there’s only beauty. So stop.”