Our winter sun is pale-bright,

scattering sighs, it dips into night-

as fog flexes muscles dimming all stars-

my eyes mist and you’re blurred.

A dewdrop displays a pellucid grace,

I watch this day’s gait in a hurried pace-

while I play with words in color of tar-

you peep from my heart that’s left ajar.



Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Bittersweet @ Poets United


Shared with Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #29 hosted by Thotpurge


19 thoughts on “Bittersweet

  1. How oft do we do just the opposite. Screw the jar lid tight thinking we are protecting ourselves from the bittrr but end up shutting out the sweet.

    I know that pale sun. It is the pace you mention that is far too fast for me somedays.

  2. I really like the image of peeping from a heart that is left ajar. Just a little bit. Just enough to feel.There is a lot of subtle feeling beneath the words of this poem. Misty eyes and blurred vision. And more.

  3. Wow! The fog’s muscles … oh, the sun/you … visible but not, peeping out as we open. How I know this, when we are fully part of nature, always loving, always holding what is missing. out of pace with day. Beautiful.

  4. Beautiful!💞 Love; “I watch this day’s gait in a hurried pace-while I play with words in color of tar-you peep from my heart that’s left ajar.”💞

  5. Beautiful…..
    “….the peeping from the heart that’s left ajar. “- I hear you. There are some memories I’d rather forget, but they’ve also helped to shape me into the person I am today 🙂

Thank You :)

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