Sunlight in the Afternoon
I particularly like these lines of the poems:
‘i ought to live
in a cave somewhere—
where that gracious light
will shine just right
through the cracks of rock,
and where a fire
is always burning
to keep the coffee hot.’
‘yes, over my papers
i exercise a tyranny
and will let no-one else speak
or have liberty
to question my images,’
‘yes,
when i write poetry
i prefer to be careless and unburdened,
like the orphan by the window. ‘
‘in those moments i remember
how utterly desolate
are the rivers and the trees,
the koalas and their gum leaves,
without the grace of your company:’
Love it when writers write about the act of writing! ✍🏻📝
Thank you, Velvet :) So touched that you enjoyed these lines in particular. Have been loving your sonnets lately!
Agreed! The key change from the previous lines into “I ought to live in a cave somewhere” is superb.
🤍🤍🤍
I particularly like these lines of the poems:
‘i ought to live
in a cave somewhere—
where that gracious light
will shine just right
through the cracks of rock,
and where a fire
is always burning
to keep the coffee hot.’
‘yes, over my papers
i exercise a tyranny
and will let no-one else speak
or have liberty
to question my images,’
‘yes,
when i write poetry
i prefer to be careless and unburdened,
like the orphan by the window. ‘
‘in those moments i remember
how utterly desolate
are the rivers and the trees,
the koalas and their gum leaves,
without the grace of your company:’
Love it when writers write about the act of writing! ✍🏻📝
Thank you, Velvet :) So touched that you enjoyed these lines in particular. Have been loving your sonnets lately!
Agreed! The key change from the previous lines into “I ought to live in a cave somewhere” is superb.
🤍🤍🤍