we’ve gathered close in deep reflection
as our days tumble towards winter
we abide the losing of the light
this ever growing darkness
the advance of the cold
this time of endings
on barren land
we’ll abide
hopeful
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rob kistner © 2020
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Rob, I’m not sure if you intended your poem to look like the top half of an hourglass, but what I see is that we will have a lot of light to fill up the new year to make up for the darkness of this past year. I like your hopefulness, as it is contagious <3
Thank you Lisa. I was going for an arrow pointing to hopeful — but I really like the hourglass image as well friend.
we’ll abide
hopeful
Despite the impending cold, there is so much to be prayed for that it would not be that different from those of other times! Being hopeful makes it more likely to be fulfilled. Agreed! It normally works that way, Rob!
Hank
Hope is such a precious thing Hank, and essential to sanity and emotional survival.
We do need to keep that light of hope.
Yes we do indeed Kerfe!
Nicely done. The shape of the poem reminds me of the waning daylight in fall and winter.
Thank you Arcadia! The shape played into the message and feeling of this piece.
Very nice! Love what you did with the form of this one. Your words are melancholy, yet hopeful as we wait in anticipation!
Thank you Dwight… 🙂 that is the way this seasonal period of late fall thru winter feels to me.
This piece leaves me with images of the dying time of year that are peaceful and feel like a part of the cycle of life. Well done.
Thank you colleen… 🙂 I definitely embraced the Yin and Yang if life and nature.
I certainly do hope we can abide by, well, hope! Love the meaning in this one, Rob. It’s truly germane to these times, so beautifully heartfelt and said. The dark imagery of winter that provides such reflection, change, and the death of a former self–very apt as well in this piece. Amazing work.
Thank you Lucy… 🙂 I am pleased that the essence of my intent with this poem resonated so well with you. I am slave to attempting to create atmosphere, that leads to conclusion — a thought, or thoughts, communicated. Or, in the case of my nature poetry, to create a tangible emotion, or emotions — usually going for reverence or awe. I am a Gary Snyder freak!! The earthiest, and one of my most favorite, if not my favorite, of the beat poets.
Terrific piece Rob, the layout of this works so well – and ‘abide’ (such a great word) used in its different meanings – seems to tie the verse together.
Thank you Peter! The heart of this piece is seasonally six months out of cycle for you — but the sentiment of hopefulness certainly still applies. Yes, I like this word as well. I wanted to look at the word abide from two perspectives — first, to tolerate, and secondly, to embrace.
Your quadrille has a great shape, Rob, and I love how it points to hope! I also love the phrase ‘’days tumble towards winter’.
Thank you Kim. Yes, I wanted to lead the piece to, and end it with, a positive mindset.
If we can abide hopeful like you said, we will get through. Poetry such as this helps maintain that hope!
I certainly want to be a stand for hopeful Ingrid.
Hopeful, you say? Hopefully you’re right. Abide away, Brother Rob.
I’m abiding as fast as I can Ron… 🙂
Gorgeous shape to this profound poem, Rob! 🙂
Thank you so much Sanaa!
Clever arrow, and I just delight in your sense of hope, infectious in the midst of cold dark.
Gotta hold for hope Paul!
I love your arrow toward hope, Rob. Things seem somewhat encouraging, so hope is ever alive and well.
Jusr keep smilin’ and hopin’ Bev — what the hell else can we do? 😉
Yes, we patiently wait, hopeful for light’s return.
May it always Ken.
A perfect poem of hope. The shape adds emphasis.
Thank you Candy… 🙂
Knowing that after darkness comes light makes abiding a lot easier… wonderful job on the shape of the poem
Thank you Bjorn… 🙂 …may the light always return my friend.
The shape of the poem reminded me of a chalice and I found myself sipping in your words and pondering hope.
Hope is a wonderful thing to ponder True.
Yes — great poem. “Hope springs eternal…”
Thank you Jane… 🙂